A Touch Of Cinnamon

The sweet scent of a buttery, cassia bun arises. There's a hint of white, thick frosting. The cinnamon bun looked fantastic. I put out my hand to grab the last bun that was there. My mouth drooling, excited to devour the amazingness. But before I could take it, another hand jumps in front of mine.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you can take it." A nervous giggle finishes off my sentence. I averted my eye contact with the mysterious man.

The man looks at me and laughs. "It's okay." He replied. "You can take it," He gestured his hands towards the bun.

I looked back at him and a small smile crept up on my face.