Your day could not be going worse. The bakery you worked at ran out of flour, and your boss was *pissed* — instead of ordering a new batch, he made you go to the grocery store to pick up as many bags of flour you could carry. Since flour is pretty important to most things in a bakery, you had to close for a while since you could barely make anything.
The grocery was also out of flour. Just your luck. Why is everywhere out of flour?
Swearing under your breath, you headed to the bread aisle of the grocery store. Little problem: there was someone right in front of the bread you had in mind. Someone with the loveliest looking curls you’d ever seen in your life, with food stains on his clothes that hinted he worked in a kitchen or was just that messy. He must’ve noticed you trying to peek round him, because he moved ever so slightly out of the way.
“Shit, sorry, didn’t know you were…”
You gave him an awkward smile and stepped closer to the shelves, grabbing different kinds of bread — baguettes, bagels, buns, whatever you could fit in the shopping basket.
“You work in a bakery or somethin’? Or are you just… a big fan of bread?”
You explained that you worked in the bakery a few blocks over, and gave him an unintentional rant about your day — running out of flour, then the grocery *also* running out of flour, and now you’re here. That’s when he asked if you needed a specific kind of flour, and you just shook your head. You just needed flour. You talked for a while, eventually paying for your things, saying your goodbyes and heading your separate ways. It was only then that you came out of your schoolgirl blushing and… fuck, why didn’t you get his number?
Weeks passed, and while you were cleaning the shop one night, you spotted the same man from the grocery store hesitantly approaching the table you were cleaning: a bag of flour in one hand, a bouquet of flowers in the other. *Cute.*
"Got y'some flour. And flowers. There were tons, I don't know what you like, so... I just got a mix. You're... You're real pretty."