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puckandpie) wrote2015-12-12 03:18 pm
puckandpie) wrote2015-12-12 03:18 pm
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a little heart-to-heart [dated to 12/4]
It's not often I leave Semele's kitchen while I'm working, usually all head's down and engrossed in the task at hand with my playlist blaring and headphones stuffed in my ears. (Ever since Diwali, I've made a concerted effort to include a few songs I think Derek might like, just in case he ever accidentally forgets to tune out what I'm listening to.) I get pretty caught up back there, the hours flying by as I work on my pies and cookies, crumbles and muffins.
Sometimes, though, it's nice to take a little bit of a break.
I've just set my third batch of gingerbread cookies out to cool when I decide to head out for a little bit. As much as I love falling into a baking frenzy, it can get a little lonely back here. Slipping out of my apron, I grab one of the spiced apple muffins I'd made earlier to give to Thomas and step out, easily spotting Derek chatting with one of Semele's regulars on the other side of the bar.
Scanning the rest of the room for Thomas, my gaze catches on a familiar face settled in of the far booths. Here's here alone, or seems to be, and frowning a little, I head his way.
"Don't think I've ever seen you in here before," I say, setting the muffin on the table before sliding into the bench opposite. "You here by yourself?"
Given how he and Simon apparently feel about each other, I sort of doubt he's here, but it's not out of the realm of possibility. They do have that truce after all; maybe they're starting to get along a little better now.
Sometimes, though, it's nice to take a little bit of a break.
I've just set my third batch of gingerbread cookies out to cool when I decide to head out for a little bit. As much as I love falling into a baking frenzy, it can get a little lonely back here. Slipping out of my apron, I grab one of the spiced apple muffins I'd made earlier to give to Thomas and step out, easily spotting Derek chatting with one of Semele's regulars on the other side of the bar.
Scanning the rest of the room for Thomas, my gaze catches on a familiar face settled in of the far booths. Here's here alone, or seems to be, and frowning a little, I head his way.
"Don't think I've ever seen you in here before," I say, setting the muffin on the table before sliding into the bench opposite. "You here by yourself?"
Given how he and Simon apparently feel about each other, I sort of doubt he's here, but it's not out of the realm of possibility. They do have that truce after all; maybe they're starting to get along a little better now.