Enter the captivating world of the fierce police officer Lenna Nightingale as she finds herself stuck in a web of uncertainty. Haunted by a past she longs to leave behind, Lenna craves a fresh start, but fate has other plans. Like a relentless forc...
I headed over to Kane's restaurant , eager to see Cinnamon Roll again after our last encounter. As I walked through the doors, the savory aroma of freshly cooked food enveloped me, instantly making my stomach growl in anticipation. The restaurant was bustling with activity, with customers laughing and chatting and waitstaff scurrying around, attending to their needs. I spotted him behind the counter, his tall figure standing out among the chaos, his piercing chocolate brown eyes focused on perfecting each dish he prepared.
I hurried up to him and couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. It had been too long since we last saw each other, and I couldn't wait to catch up and hear about his latest culinary adventures. As I reached the counter, he looked up from his work, his face breaking into a wide grin as he recognized me.
"Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," he said playfully, his voice filled with warmth and familiarity.
"Well, Cinnamon Roll I didn't think you would want to see me after all this time," I replied, teasingly using his nickname. We had always shared a playful banter, and it felt good to be back in that comfortable rhythm with him. His eyes sparkled with amusement as he handed me a steaming cup of coffee, my favorite blend that he knew so well. Taking a sip, I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh. The rich, aromatic flavors danced on my taste buds.
"Why do you still call me Cinnamon Roll? I told you my name." He groaned.
"Well, Xander , Cinnamon Roll just has a certain ring to it," I said, a mischievous smile playing on my lips. "Plus, it's a reminder of all the sweet memories we've shared together."
Xander rolled his eyes, but I could tell he was secretly enjoying our banter.
"Alright, fine," he chuckled, giving in. "But only because it's you calling me that."
I burst out laughing.
"My little Cinnamon Roll ," I giggled, ruffling his hair playfully. "You always know how to make me smile."
Xander's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink as he swatted my hand away, but I could see the affection in his eyes.
I immediately put out my hand for him to see.
"Is that a ring?" He asked excitedly.
"Oh, no, Xander, it's not a ring. It's just a piece of gum wrapper I found on the ground." I rolled my eyes.
He playfully pushed me.
"No way he actually proposed to you; I literally thought he would be a wimp and you would end up proposing to him," Xander teased, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. I couldn't help but laugh at his playful jab.
"Oh, please, like I would ever propose to him," I replied, still chuckling. He rolled his eyes.
"Also Lenna.. I never got to say this, but thank you. Thank you for saving me from that hell hole," Xander said, his voice suddenly serious. His eyes held a mixture of gratitude and sadness. I reached out and placed a hand on his arm, squeezing it gently.
"You don't have to thank me, Xander," I said softly. "I would do anything for you; you know that."
He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I know, Lenna. And I appreciate it more than you'll ever know."
I patted his back before leaning forward mischeviously.
"Also, I heard from Kane that you have a secret admirer," I whispered, trying to contain my excitement. Xander's eyebrows shot up in surprise, and a hint of a blush crept onto his cheeks.
"Kane told you that?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity. I nodded, unable to hide my grin.
"Apparently, this mystery person has been leaving little notes for you, expressing their admiration," I continued, relishing in Xander's reaction.
"Shut up," he groaned.
"Awww~ I have a feeling you know who this person is," I teased, nudging him playfully. Xander's blush deepened, and he averted his gaze, suddenly finding the floor incredibly fascinating.
"Come on, spill the beans," I prodded, unable to contain my excitement any longer. Xander let out a nervous chuckle and finally looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mix of embarrassment and amusement.
"Alright, fine," he relented, his voice barely above a whisper. "I may have an idea of who it could be." My heart skipped a beat, and I leaned in closer, hanging onto his every word. Xander took a deep breath, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.
"Well, you know that guy who keeps coming here on particular days, pretending like he's here to study?" he began, his voice barely audible. I nodded eagerly, my mind racing with possibilities.
"He keeps ordering multiple dishes and demanding for I give them to him in a specific way," Xander continued, his eyes narrowing. "I believe he's deliberately leaving those letters behind to gain my attention." He said this as he blushed and looked down at his shoes.
"AWW, MY CINNAMON ROLL HAS A CRUSH!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. Xander chuckled nervously, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red.
"It's so obvious now that you mention it," I added, grinning mischievously. Xander's shy smile grew wider, and he looked up at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty.
"Do you think I should talk to him?" he asked, his voice filled with vulnerability. I reached out and gently squeezed his hand, offering him reassurance.
"Absolutely," I replied, my voice filled with encouragement. "You deserve to know how he feels, and he deserves to know how you feel too." Xander's eyes flickered with determination as he nodded, his nerves slowly giving way to resolve. I could see the weight lifting off his shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of purpose.
"Oh, look at the time; I have to get to work now," I said, glancing at my watch. Xander looked at me with a mix of disappointment and gratitude. "But don't worry; I'll be here when you get back. You're not alone in this, remember?"
He nodded again, a small smile forming on his face. As I stood up to leave, I could sense his determination growing stronger. I knew that he was ready to have that conversation, ready to confront his fears and express his true feelings. With a final squeeze of his hand, I left, hoping that the outcome would bring him the closure he longed for.
"Tata~ Cinnamon Roll."
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