Page 10 of Semi Sweet
If your mystery person is making these cupcakes, they are extremely talented.
Wow!
I'm probably being negative about this, but I feel like this is creepy.
Can't wait to see if you get any more.
I agreed with nearly all the comments. I wasn't sure if I felt creeped out or curious why this person was giving me edible gifts and not just talking to me, but I couldn't complain. It was like the tagline for my cupcake page, the whole thing was an interruption from my otherwise sad and pathetic life.
I added a picture of the watermelon cupcake with the caption,I think this person gets me,before I got on the train to head back home. Even though Evan and I lived in an expensive part of the city, the train home got seedy late at night. I wasn't sure if I was approachable or if they were too strung out to care, but it always seemed like someone was coming up to me and getting way too personal. I buried my face in my phone so I would seem preoccupied, watching the followers go up and the comments come in.
Maybe you can do marketing for this person if you ever find out who they are.
Holy crap, I'm getting invested in this!
I'm telling you. RUN!
I was happy to get off at my stop and go home. I didn't have work or class tomorrow and planned on relaxing once Evan went off to work. Days like that were a gift and I planned to make the most of it.
Evan was in his usual spot, clutching his glass of bourbon as a commentator gave his opinion on political affairs. I rolled my eyes, thinking about how we were polar opposites sometimes.
"Hey," I said as I let myself in. "Good night?"
Evan shrugged. "Decompressing." He was always decompressing. "There's Chinese in the kitchen."
"Thanks."
I made a plate and decided to eat in the office off our bedroom. It was still too early to hear back about the internship, but I had several other things to check. I looked to see if I had heard anything from the breakthrough author contest and was disappointed to see no new information had been posted. After that, I checked my grades and read a blog post that gave advice to aspiring writers. I supposed that was my way to decompress. With nothing to wake up for the following morning, I continued in the office for several hours.
"I'm going to bed," Evan announced, sticking his head into the office. "Unless you want to…" he cleared his throat, "...you know."
Still looking at my computer screen, I answered, "I'll be there soon."
There was a time when we had been adventurous, a time where Evan made me want to be intimate. Those times had all but disappeared. Still, I tried to humor him, and I tried to tell myself that if I made an effort to keep our relationship normal, maybe it would go back to how it had once been.
I turned off my computer and got ready to undress. I heaved a sigh when I heard heavy deep breaths. Evan had already fallen asleep.
It was usually like that. If one of us didn't fall asleep before the other joined them, then we were doing the deed without looking at each other and I was pretending to enjoy it. My mantra was that it had to get better or maybe books and movies put too much emphasis on sex.
Delusion had gotten me this far, I supposed.
Chapter Six: Public Display of Humiliation
Aboutaweeklater,I was no closer to knowing what the deal was with the mystery cupcakes. I didn't know if I'd been accepted for the internship either, and my happy mood was starting to slip. Add that the nationwide Powerball jackpot was close to a billion dollars and I was one printer jam away from twitching.
The lines for my desk were extra long, customers' patience was extra thin, and Russel would not send any relief to make the line move faster. I was usually a social drinker only, but I had joined Evan on the couch with my own glass of bourbon most nights I'd worked during the week. If this was any indication of what life at corporate would be like, I somewhat sympathized with my fiancé. It didn't excuse the fact that he was a jerk sometimes, but it was educational, that was for sure.
On this particular day, the lines were so long that I didn't notice Evan come in, at least not at first. He stood behind the line like all employees had been trained to so customers got top priority, but usually he'd do his business and come back when that was the case. Today he stood like a statue. When I finally noticed him, my stomach flipped because he did not look happy. The more time passed, the more irritated he seemed, to the point where I thought his face was changing color.
What the hell did I do? And why does he think work is the place to talk about it?
I’d been dying for the crowds to go away and now I was praying that they didn't cease until my break, the end of my shift, or until someone noticed him and pulled him away. I didn't care if he scolded me in private. It would suck, but at least the collateral damage would be minimal.
Unfortunately, the crowd temporarily died off and I was forced to acknowledge Evan's existence. I smiled at him softly, hoping that maybe I was making a bigger deal of it in my mind than it actually was.
Evan stepped towards the counter and slammed his hand on it loudly. I flinched and saw there was a crumpled envelope underneath. My name and address were on it and it was opened.
"What the hell is this?" he demanded. People turned to look as they walked by with their carriages.
