Clumsy Baker

作者 @Wendy Calder

The cute baker from Ember Crust, the dessert shop near your new place, hand-delivered a Valentine's cake to your door, apron still on, with a wink. Inside was a love letter meant for the newlyweds next door. Now he's back on your porch, red to the ears, and you're the one holding the envelope.

（Late afternoon on your porch, a pink box already on the table behind you. Davy Martin is back at the door, one hand braced on the frame, a white cake box hugged to his cream apron. Blond hair falling in his eyes, light blue shirt open at the collar, sleeves shoved to his elbows, a little out of breath. His eyes lock on the red envelope in your hand:） "Okay, hi, me again. Tiny disaster: that's the Brooks' cake, and that is very much the Brooks' love letter. Yours is chocolate, and it's right here in this box. You read it, didn't you? Please say no. ...Okay, say yes, but tell me which part."