forum Pretending Hearts (O/O CLOSED)

Started April 05, 2019 by Deleted user

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“Not very far,” Arvil responded, starting his car after he buckled his seatbelt. “But that depends on traffic, too.”

He pulled his car out of the parking lot, exiting it and driving onto the highway.

“What flavors do you have in mind?”

Daisy clicked her tongue, tilting her head from side to side in thought. “Well… There are the obvious vanilla or chocolate, or… Maybe lemon? Or strawberry? I haven’t thought about cake flavors as much as I have the design. What about you? Any ideas?”

“I’m personally leaning more toward salted caramel cake,” he murmured as he took a turn. “But chocolate… everything fails in comparison to chocolate. There’s also red velvet, but… in the end, it’s your choice, love.”

“I’m not a fan of red velvet,” Daisy declared, scrunching her nose up. She twisted around to look at Cameron with a smile. “What about you, Cam? What flavor of cake do you like best?”

Arvil blinked, completely surprised. Before he could question her about her tastebuds, she was already talking to his nephew.

“Cotton candy,” he sucked in a big gulp of juice before swallowing. “Or chocolate!”

“Oh, cotton candy, huh?” Daisy chuckled with an amused smile. “Maybe they’ll have a cotton candy flavor for you. Or maybe we can order some mini cupcakes for the kids for the wedding… That might be a good idea…”

“The kids would love that,” Arvil passed a quick smile at her before turning back to the road. “Same flavored cupcakes, or different?”

“Maybe a couple of different flavors. That way, if a kid doesn’t like one of them, they can have the other,” Daisy mused, turning back around in her seat to face forward.

Arvil took a turn before slipping into the parking lot. He parked the car and killed the engine.

“We’re here,” he declared, unbuckling his seatbelt before getting out to unbuckle Cameron’s. “Are you both ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Daisy hummed as she climbed out of the car. She made her way around to Arvil and Cameron, giving the little boy a smile. “Ready to taste some cake?”

Arvil pulled the little boy on his shoulders, and small hands gripped his hair.

“Yeah!” he tried swinging his legs, but stopped after his feet hit his uncle. “Ready.”

Arvil chuckled at the boy before he leaned closer to Daisy, whispering quietly so only she could hear, “You look beautiful, by the way. I miss you with your glasses, though.”

Daisy blinked, her cheeks tinting slightly pink. She reached up to touch the space beside her eye. “Oh… Well, thank you,” she said softly as they walked. “I… wanted to try something new. I figured you really only ever go wedding cake tasting once in your life, so…”

At least… You should only have to do it once…

Arvil looked down at her, both hands on his nephew’s legs. He let one go to take Daisy’s hand in his, giving it a light squeeze.

“You look beautiful,” he repeated. “More than you know.”

Daisy hummed, feeling her cheeks warming even more. Gosh, he was too… sweet. Why did he have to be so nice? It would be easier to leave him at the end of all this if he wasn’t to nice and charming and really attractive…

Stop. Stop, no. You can’t think like that. Just… remember that you are starting over. Be nice to him. Who knows? Maybe he will end up likening you back, but… don’t get your hopes up…

“Thank you,” she whispered, lightly squeezing his hand back as they stepped into the bakery.

Arvil smiled down at her before he held the door open, waiting for Daisy to step in before he followed.

He wasn’t joking when he said she looked beautiful. She did—extremely so. If his mind hadn’t been caught up in that prank (and Cam), he would have looked like an idiot gaping at her. Arvil didn’t want to taste the cakes anymore. What he wanted to taste was something entirely different.

Something pink, soft, and plump.

“Which flavor do you want to try first?” Arvil quirked an eyebrow, driving his thoughts away from her lips. He could not be thinking like that. Not right now.

Daisy let out a slow breath as she looked around the store, a smile tugging on her lips. “I really want to try the lemon cake. Someone is meeting us, right? We set up a meeting with someone, I thought.”

“Oh, right,” Arvil blinked, having forgotten that particular detail. “He should be here any time soon.”

Just then, the employee door opened and a young man stepped in. He had bronze skin and dark hair, and was wearing an apron. Upon seeing the couple, he walked over to them.

“Mr. Arvil Davis?” he quirked an eyebrow as he looked over at them. He passed a small smile toward Daisy, but didn’t stare at her for long, turning his attention back to Arvil. “Grayson Jules. I’m grateful to you for contacting me. I’ll guide you through the different flavors, and then you can tell me which one you prefer. If you’ll follow me…”

Once they were done, Arvil turned to Daisy, bumping his shoulder against hers.

“So…” he quirked an eyebrow. “You need some time?”

Daisy sighed and looked over the flavors again. She reached up to touch her glasses, then dropped her hand again when she remembered she wasn’t wearing any.

“Well, I mean… they were all very good,” she said, nodding at Grayson with a smile of thanks. “So, yeah. I think I will. Although, I did narrow it down to lemon, chocolate, or strawberry… Which do you like?”

“I don’t think just chocolate would be a good idea,” Arvil answered slowly, furrowing his eyebrows in thought. “Something less sweet, and so either strawberry or lemon.”

Daisy hummed and looked over the little bits of cake left. She picked her tiny fork up again, then ate another piece of the strawberry.

“Mm… I really like this one,” she hummed, glancing back up at Arvil. “Really, though, which ones did you like? It’s your wedding too, you know. You get a choice.”

Arvil shot her a wolfish grin. “I told you, I have no preferences,” his eyes fell on the strawberry cake, “But I do like that more than the lemon one.”

Daisy blinked at his grin, wondering why he was smiling at her like that. At his words, she returned the smile with one of her own and nodded.

“Then we’ll do strawberry,” she decided, turning to Grayson again. “Do you need to see pictures of what I want it to look like? Or is there some way that I can email them to you?”

“Whichever you’d prefer,” Grayson responded, looking at the cake before returning his gaze to the bride-to-be. “Though I suggest emailing me at the website. It’ll be easier to sort through the pictures.”

“That sounds good. Thank you for your time and the amazing cakes,” Daisy said with a smile as she stuck her hand out to shake his. “Everything was great.”

Grayson shook her hand firmly before pulling away. “Glad you liked it,” he smiled. “Anything else?”