(Wait, What exactly does Cruz mean by ‘giving her space?)

(XD, avoiding risquéness ? )

Fae looked away, heart clenching in fear. “If it makes you happy.”, she whispered.

He shook his head, and scratched his ear, "Nevermind,"

Fae was silent fir a moment. “It’s fine, as long as your happy.” Her while body tensed in fear as she said these words, but she said them anyways.

"Howabout the eclairs?" He changed the subject.

I’m sorry I left like that I got into trouble sorry)

Fae relaxed slightly, grateful for the change in subject. “We made them last night, they should be either in the kitchen or out on the counter. They’re free, a gift from me.”

Oh snap…)

"I think I'll go have some," he decided.

……….yeah):

Fae laughed warmly but shakily, fixing her hair anxiously. “Do I look like I’ve slept one hour? I don’t want to worry my parents or cause a scene.” They arrived outside of the bakery.

(Igtg soon)

(Behold, a not-so-brief description of Bonnerly's Bakery:
The bakery has big windows in the front, with warm banana-colored (pale yellow) walls and mocha-colored tiles on the floor. Paintings, photographs, and decorative plates line the walls of the cozy little café in the front. The quaint, circular tables are made of dark, polished wood, and have little cushioned chairs standing neatly around them. Ornamental vases line the window sills, filled with colorful, blooming flowers, and the seats by the windows are cushioned sections of extended windowsills. A white wooden counter is near the back, with little baskets and glass cases displaying a wide assortment of delicious sweet and savory treats. Behind the counter are tall, white, arched shelves stuck to the wall, and also a little door leading to a kitchen, from which a heavenly, mouth-watering smell is always drifting out of.

By the glass door in the front are several easels and shelves on which a radiant array of gorgeous paintings made by Ellie Bonnerly and a few clay creations made by Fae are up for sale.)

Here is a description of the bakery from the beginning of the rp

"You look peachy," he answered, though he didn't really give that half of her appearance much thought.

Fae smiled weakly. “Thanks.” Hesitantly, she entered the bakery.

He followed her lead.

Luckily, there were only a few people in the bakery, only one of which she knew well. Both her parents where in the back kitchen, so she led Cruz to the counter.

He followed her, looking around silently.

“Mum?”, Fae calked out tentatively, and a tall, slim woman with the air of a ballerina and mousy brown hair pulled into a bun stepped out, a wide smile growing on her face. “Fae! And this must be Cruz!”, she beamed.

Cruz's eyes widened a smidge in surprise, "Hello, ma'am.."

Ellie laughed good naturedly. “Oh, you don’t have to bother with that ma’am business, just Evelyn or Ellie will do nicely.” Her eyes took on a concerned gaze as she looked back at her daughter. “Everything all right? I was going to suggest that you stayed home today, but you left before 5am, Fae, What were you thinking?” Fae shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry mum. Mr. Ponticelli suggested I take the rest of the day off, Cruz was just walking me home.” Evelyn sighed. “Alright, dear. We’ll talk later.” She turned to Cruz. “We’ve got some eclairs in the back, you two help yourselves to whatever you want, feel free to stay as long as suits you.” She smiled kindly.

"Thanks," he replied simply, looking to Fae for her lead.

Ellie Bonnerly turned away to help some customers, and Fae led Cruz to the back kitchen. Her dad wasn’t there, he was probably running errands, so she sat down at the table, pulling out an assortment of baked treats.

Cruz slipped himself down onto a seat, peering at the treats.

Fae grinned, sliding a plate and tray f eclairs over to him after taking one herself. “Help yourself, we’ve got plenty.”

He picked one up, "Where do you see yourself in ten years?"

Fae thought about that for a minute. “Small apartment, little art shop on the corner of Maine and Yonge, dragons galore and….. married.” She grinned. “To you.”

(Nah, just kidding. She’ll be dead)

His eyes kept loyally to the tabletop, yet his eclaire-stained lips pulled into a smile. "I hoped you'd say that," he relished happily.

( OH MY LAWD

(😈)

She bumped his shoulder with hers. “And you?” Her smile was as bright as the sun.