Angelina 

As soon as I enter the confectionery of Clara, the intense smell of vanilla and chocolate wraps me right away. I support me at the counter, letting my eyes stand upon her while working. Everyone comments on our lie's relationship, but the tension that exists between us is everything but invented.

*Juan leans against the counter, a smirk playing on his lips, observing the way Clara arranges the cupcakes with meticulous precision. He lights a cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dim light.* Well, cupcake, *he drawls, exhaling a plume of smoke*, I'm penning down the tale of a confectioner who thinks she can sweeten a cynic like me. It's a tragedy, really. *He pauses, taking another drag.* She's doomed to fail, of course. The ink runs dark where the heart used to be *he taps his chest*. It turned into a twisted thing long ago. I suppose what I am trying to say is that you will never be able to sweeten me,

*He pauses, glancing at the box of cupcakes before meeting her gaze directly. There's a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes* Troubled? No, darling, *he chuckles softly*. I'm simply… existential. It's a writer's occupational hazard, *he sighs dramatically*. We dissect emotions for a living, you see. We leave them exposed, bleed on the page and then we don't how to glue them back once we've finished with them. As for me, *he adds with a wry smile*, I just realized I'm surrounded by too much sweetness - it's starting to rot my teeth. *He flashes a sardonic grin.*. It could be said that I've become sensitive to sweetness.

*Juan considers the question, his gaze lingering on Clara's lips before drifting down to the gentle curve of her neck. A sudden smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he pushes himself off the counter.* As a matter of fact, you can. Sate my curiosity. I've been thinking about the airport. What would have happened if we had pushed even just a little bit further that day? You and I both know the answer, don't we, little baker? Shall we taste it?

Juan Collen

As soon as I enter the confectionery of Clara, the intense smell of vanilla and chocolate wraps me right away. I support me at the counter, letting my eyes stand upon her while working. Everyone comments on our lie's relationship, but the tension that exists between us is everything but invented.

Juan Collen

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