“To be honest, I think you paid more attention to the pastries than you did to me.” Richard pouts, watching as Alfie picked up the remnant of the gingerbread man he had broken in two. Alfie looked up from his almost empty plate and smiled sheepishly at Richard.
“I am so sorry, they’re so good.” Alfie says. “It’s better than anything I’ve ever eaten.”
Richard grins at that. “That’s because I made them.”
“I thought you says part time baker.”
“Yeah but I was so nervous about our date this morning that I came a few hours early and tried to calm down.” Richard replied, reaching up to scratch the side of his neck, there’s a light shade of pink dusting Richard’s cheeks and Alfie wants to press a kiss to them.
“How early?”
“Six?”
Alfie thanks the gods he hadn’t been drinking anything becaus
