A Touch Of Cinnamon

A Touch Of Cinnamon

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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.
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