It was freaking cold outside, my nose had already frozen and the rest of my body was freezing more and more pass the time. A friend of mine had recommended that restaurant right across the street to me. She said there was a lot of different dishes and that the owner knew how to cook almost anything I could think of, and not only that, everything he cooked was delicious. Being curious the way I am and loving putting tasty things in my mouth, of course, I needed to try this.

I cross the silent and cold street. It was almost like a city of a scary movie, maybe an apocalypse? I don't know. The only thing I know right now is that I'm hungry and dying to taste a nice cooked meal.

After I pushed the door gently and entered the room in a bit of a rush because of the cold outside I slow my footsteps and look around absorbing the mood of the ambient. It was really calm. It's pretty quiet, huh? Peaceful. Comfy. I feel like I'm at my own home all by myself. And there's a smell, what a nice smell. And also there's ... there's no one here? Where are all the people? Hiding in the comfort of their homes? Oh gosh, people these days can't even stand a slightly cold weather. I roll my eyes and only then I notice the guy behind the counter staring at me with curiosity showing all his face.

I gasped a little. How long has he been looking at me? Hope he didn't notice I'm starting to blush. Damn it, why do I have to blush so easily?

"Hello... hm, I-Well... ahem, don't mean to be rude but why there's nobody else here?" I tried to smile but I was too nervous do to that normally so ended up giving him a little and extremely shy corner smile.

He struggled a bit holding up a giggle and I became even redder than before. What an ass. I can clearly see you are trying not a laugh of my face right in front of me. I glanced around one last time and was turning myself in the direction of the door to exit as fast as I could.

"Hey! Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you this much. I just thought your reaction was the cutest thing I have seen all day."

HE REALLY THINKS CALLING ME CUTE IT'S BETTER THAN LAUGHING AT MY FACE. I'M ANGRY NOW. REALLY ANGRY. I REALLY... need to calm down. Why the fuck am I overreacting? I need to stop being such a drama queen.

I was staring at my shoes while holding the door handle trying to calm down when I felt a gentle touch in my left arm. I turned around and there was he. Really closer to me and with his hand resting on my shoulder. He is so close, I mean fuck I almost can smell his breath. WAIT! TOO CLOSE. I widened my eyes and blushed so hard I could feel it burning my cheeks. Burning me down down down. Wait, why am I singing in a time like this? Focus. I need to Focus.

I just realized I don't even know who this guy is. Maybe I should ask him, right? Would this be strange? Asking who he is only now since I had all the time to ask before doesn't seem normal. Oh shit! There's been a long time I'm standing right here staring at him with my face all red. SAY SOMETHING, YOU WEIRDO!

"Hey, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have called cute someone I have only met. And answering the question you did before, today is my day off. I only came here to organize some of the shopping I did today. You really surprised me." he pouted a little and then pointed with his eyes to the board hanging on the door.

I took a closer look and from inside the board was saying... "OPEN?" I murmured then realizing that if this side is pointing inside then the board was warning everyone outside the restaurant that it was closed.

"I-I'm so sorry I didn't notice this. I was so excited to eat here today that I was only thinking about that. Things like what meals and desserts I could order." I kept staring at my shoes trying to calm down and most importantly, not become a tomato.

I felt he leaving and reaching to the counter again. I grabbed all the courage I had left and looked to him. He had a big and bright like the sun smile on his face. It was so cute I could pinch his cheeks and kiss his forehead. Nope, I need to stop thinking these weird things or the atmosphere will grow even more difficult for me to bear.

"What do you want to order mademoiselle?" he was holding a little notebook and a pen like he was going to pretend to take note of my order.

I couldn't help but smile back to him. "I want a slice of lasagna, please!" the smile on my face was growing bigger e bigger while I watched he nodding to me and them turning around to go start preparing my request. He is so sweet! Just like a big slice of my favorite pie. I wonder if he tastes sweet too. ... oh god... I think... I'm... falling for him? But I barely know him and we just met a few minutes ago. That's bad but I can't stop watching him cooking.

He was slicing the ingredients fast but yet beautiful. How he does this? Cooking and being graceful at the same time. He looks like an angel that is a chef and is preparing some delicious dinner for God. I was in a gaze as I watched he putting the sliced onions and the other sliced ingredients in the saucepan and started making the part that brings up the lasagna together, the sauce.

Then he quickly took the rest of the ingredients and started building the piece of heaven named lasagna. "Now we just have to wait twenty minutes till it's done." he looked at me like he was expecting me to start a conversation.

I'm terrible at chit chatting with strangers. I just want to eat something sweet while I wait to eat that precious lasagna. "Hey... do you... have any cake here?" I was a bit nervous and it took me a lot to realize there's only the two of us here. What if he tries something with me? Like k-k-kiss me or something out of nowhere.

"Oh! Well, I do have cake. But there's only one flavor left and it is mint chocolate with dark chocolate ganache and strawberries on top." he was going in the direction of where the cake was reserved but then stopped to contemplate my reaction.

When I heard he saying mint chocolate my heart raced and I widen my eyes. Then he continued with dark chocolate ganache, at this time I had on my lips a smile bigger than my face. He completed with strawberries on top and so I was radiating my happiness all over my face and body since I had just put both my hands on my cheeks and was screaming internally.

"AAAAAAAH!" I let a bit of my fangirling internally escape out loud. "OH, MY GODOKA! NO WAY. NO WAY. NO WAY. ARE YOU SERIOUS?" I shouted barely breathing as he froze staring at me with a face I couldn't tell what he was thinking. Or maybe I couldn't read his expression because I wasn't thinking of anything besides the cake waiting to be eaten by me.

I was starting to feel embarrassed when I heard a loud guffaw. He started crying and bending over his stomach and also complaining about the pain in his guts because of the laughter. "You are so obvious." he said slowly trying not to laugh more.

"Huh?" I frowned and then lift one brow. "Why?" I was so confused and trying not to blush again. If my face becomes full red one more time I swear I will slap the bright red color out of it. He will think I'm a real life tomato and not a person if I keep blushing.

He was stopping the laugh bit by bit "Just look at your face. You were also screaming you know. Oh gosh, that's so cute. So mint chocolate it's your favorite cake flavor? You must love dark chocolate ganache and strawberries too." He giggled one more time and then recovered the control standing up normally again.

"Y-yeah... But I like any flavor of cake anyway. I'm not picky." I looked away blushing a little.

"Oh, is that so? That's good. I have a lot of different recipes for cake and other desserts. You can order one different each day you come here again." He smiled and then left me alone to take the cake of my dreams.

He quickly came back with a plate and a fork in his hands. "Here you go. Your cake young lady." What happened with the mademoiselle? I pouted and he noticed "sorry, let me try again. Your cake mademoiselle." I smiled and he noticed again letting escape a giggle.

I grab the fork noticing there were some letters written with white chocolate on the top of the slice of my dreams also known as cake. "Ay?" I mumbled as he frowns confused.

"What it's written on the cake? If you don't mind me asking." now is my time to frown and look at him with confusion showing in my eyes.

"Oh, wait a minute." He left and then came back with the rest of the cake to show me the full message.

"IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY?" I shouted letting my jaw drop while I started to gesticulate with my hands "Why didn't you tell me? It's your cake! I can't have the first slice. WHAT TYPE OF PERSON GIVES THE FIRST SLICE OF THEIR BIRTHDAY CAKE TO A STRANGER?" I was panting and clearly overreacting a little.

He stared at me with a sweet smile on his face "It's fine. I wasn't planning on eating the cake all by mys—" I interrupted his speech to shove a fork full of cake in his mouth. Take that, you idiot! You made me blush too many times in just a few minutes we spent together. It's your fault for being cute and lovely. Take responsibility for god's sake.

He almost chokes but managed to chew and swallow properly without any damage. After that, he stayed in silent looking down for a few seconds that seemed like hours.

"How it tastes? Tastes good, right?"

There was no response.

"Eh? Are you all right?"

I was starting to get worried. Have I gone too far? Oh gosh! What did I do? I'm such an idiot. He stayed in that position and didn't seem to move so soon.

"I'm really so—" I interrupted myself when I saw he lifting up blushing a little while smiling. He put his left hand affectionately on my jaw while he picked up a little piece of cake with a fork and then approached cautiously the fork beside my lips.

"Please mademoiselle, open your beautiful strawberry lips for me." His voice sounded almost exactly like a butler from an anime.

I slowly opened my mouth blushing as hard as I have ever blushed before. I tried not to stare back while he put the piece of heaven in and my taste buds started to dance in pleasure.

He then slowly approached my forehead kissing gently the area while I was chewing and swallow. He moved away his face to stare at me in the eyes.

The oven beeped startling both of us and breaking the lovey-dovey atmosphere that had been growing between us. He looked behind in the direction of the oven.

Thank god! I would probably have kissed him if this loud sound didn't ruin the mood. Who kisses in the first date? Wait. This isn't even a date.

"Oh, your lasagna is done. I will be right back." He started walking in the direction of the oven when suddenly the oven started shaking.

He stopped walking and frowned to what was happening in front of him. "What the heck?" he shouted backing away a little.

The oven stopped shaking and opened by itself out of nowhere.

The lasagna was inside and looked delicious. I don't care what just happened, the lasagna looks heavenly and I'm still hungry. Suddenly the lasagna grew legs and arms. Oooh! That's new.

"Hey chef, that's supposed to happen with the lasagnas you cook?"

His jaw dropped "O-of course not!"

"Hmm, that's really strange. What a date, huh?" WHY THE FUCK DID I CALL THIS A DATE? DAMMIT ME.

The lasagna turned in my direction and flew right into my arms starting to transform into something totally different from what it was.

"WHAT THE H—"

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I slowly open my eyes staring at the ceiling. It was all just a dream, huh? I sit down on the bed and look around. I don't recognize where I am. What I did last night? What day is it?

"At least I'm fully clothed. So guess I didn't do anything dirty." I said looking down to me.

I looked over the bed table and there was my cell phone, a card, and a clock. I decided to check my cell phone. There are no messages... Oh, today is November 6th. It's already 11:00 am.

I glanced over the card. It was a credit card. I pouted and stretched out my hand to catch the card.

I read the first name of the owner out loud.

"Milton."

What an interesting name. I wonder where I heard that name before.