We Meet Again [18+] | BxB

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟓

As Damian continued with his newfound job at the bakery, he found himself settling into the rhythm of a more conventional lifestyle. The chaotic nights of delinquent escapades now had a counterpart in the warm and bustling atmosphere of the bakery during the day.

His days were filled with the comforting scent of freshly baked pastries, the hum of the ovens, and the banter of colleagues who were becoming more familiar with his presence. The camaraderie with his new coworkers brought a sense of belonging that Damian hadn't experienced before.

On this particular afternoon, Damian was behind the counter, serving a steady stream of customers with his characteristic flair. The bell above the entrance jingled, announcing the arrival of another patron. Damian looked up, ready with a charming smile, only to find a familiar face.

It was Asher, the man from the coffee incident in the bakery. Damian couldn't help but smirk, remembering the spilled coffee and the impromptu adventure in search of the nonexistent washroom. He wondered if Asher had returned for another round of unexpected surprises.

With a twinkle in his eye, Damian greeted Asher, "Hey there! Back for more croissants and coffee, or are you in the mood for another 'accidental' mishap?" He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his chocolate brown eyes, eager to see how Asher would react to their unexpected reunion.

Asher maintained a composed demeanor throughout their banter, his expression hinting at a subtle amusement. Damian's playful energy seemed to bounce off Asher's calm exterior, creating a dynamic of contrasts, "What's the day's special?"

Damian leaned in, "The Damian Delight!"

"I'll give your 'Damian's Delight' a try, but keep it low on the mischief," Asher replied, his tone steady. "I've had my fill of surprises for the day."

Damian feigned innocence, placing a hand over his chest. "Oh, come on, where's your sense of adventure? Life's too short to stick to the mundane."

Asher raised an eyebrow, his green eyes holding a glint of challenge. "Sometimes, the mundane is a luxury. No unexpected adventures today, please."

Damian chuckled, respecting Asher's preference for a more controlled environment. "Alright... Regular coffee and a chocolate croissant, coming right up."

As Damian prepared the order, their conversation continued in a back-and-forth of witty remarks. When he handed the tray to Asher, Damian couldn't resist a parting shot. "Remember, no pants-wetting surprises this time. Enjoy your 'boring' order."

Asher smirked, a playful edge to his tone. "I'll savor the boredom. Thanks." With that, he found a table and settled in, sipping his coffee with the air of someone determined to maintain order in a world that Damian seemed to turn delightfully chaotic. 

Asher sat alone, sipping his coffee and enjoying the quiet moment. Damian, engrossed in his work at the cashier counter, seemed to radiate energy that drew Asher's attention.

As Asher indulged in his croissant, he couldn't help but smirk, his eyes occasionally drifting toward Damian. The mischievous glint in Asher's eyes didn't go unnoticed, and Damian, catching one of those smirking glances, froze.

A sudden self-consciousness overcame Damian as he realized Asher was not just an observer; he was a participant in this unspoken exchange. A bead of sweat formed on Damian's forehead as he questioned whether he had unknowingly entered into a different kind of game.

Damian, with a flustered expression, muttered to himself, "What's he smirking at? Did I spill something again? Is there something on my face?" The usually confident delinquent found himself momentarily rattled by Asher's playful demeanor.

Asher made his way to the cashier where Damian was stationed. As he paid for his order, Damian couldn't resist a final playful remark, "I hope the coffee doesn't decide to play tricks on you later."

Asher's lips curved into a subtle smile. "I'll keep my guard up," he replied, his eyes holding a hint of amusement.

With the transaction completed, Asher nodded in farewell. "Until next time."

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In the following days, Damian found himself scanning the entrance of the bakery each time the door chimed, half expecting to see Asher's familiar figure. However, there was no sign of the man with captivating green eyes.

The routine continued - Damian working behind the counter, kneading dough, and frosting cupcakes. Wednesdays rolled by with Damian switching between the kitchen and the cash register. Yet, the anticipation of encountering Asher again lingered in the air.

As the days passed, Damian couldn't help but wonder if their playful banter had been a one-time occurrence. The bakery, once a stage for unexpected connections, now felt oddly quiet without the enigmatic presence of the tall, serious stranger.

Despite their initial encounter being rooted in an attempted pickpocketing, Damian found himself feeling a strange void in the absence of Asher. The playful banter and unexpected connection had left an impression, and as the days passed without a glimpse of the mysterious stranger, Damian couldn't shake a sense of longing.

There was a subtle disappointment that settled in Damian's chest each time the door chimed, revealing a customer who wasn't Asher. The unexpected connection had left a mark, and Damian couldn't help but wonder if he'd see the serious stranger again. The city outside the bakery continued its hustle and bustle, but within those walls, a quiet yearning lingered.

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With determination in his eyes, Damian sat in his room, bathed in the soft glow of his laptop screen. The dim city lights seeped through the window, casting a gentle ambiance. As he scrolled through listings, his eyes locked onto an apartment on the richer side of the neighborhood. Surprisingly, it fell within his budget range.

Intrigued, Damian leaned in, studying the details and images. The place seemed to promise a change from the house he shared with Leo and Jace. As he made a mental note to call the listers in the morning, Damian couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. The prospect of a new home, a fresh start, seemed to offer a glimmer of something different in his adventurous life.

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The psychopathic observer, hidden behind the veil of anonymity, answered the phone with a calculated calmness as Damian's voice echoed through the line. Damian, oblivious to the sinister orchestrations behind the scenes, spoke excitedly about the apartment listing he had stumbled upon.

As the conversation unfolded, the psychopath concealed his devious satisfaction, maintaining a facade of normalcy. With each word Damian uttered, the trap tightened subtly, drawing the unsuspecting delinquent closer. Little did Damian know that the very apartment he eagerly inquired about was a meticulously laid snare, tailored to captivate him.

In the shadows, the psychopath relished the prospect of being closer to Damian.

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A/N: This chapter was kinda short and boring, but the next one will be much longer and.. interestinger.