Bob sits in the back of the bakery, piping delicate black lines onto the top tier of a white wedding cake. The lines loop and curl under his steady hand and Frank watches, mesmerized, as Bob spins the cake gently and pulls the piping bag away from the cake. He picks up a tiny paintbrush, bristles damp, and smooths out the imperfections (not that there are any, Frank thinks).
Bob's shoulders drop and Frank can see the tension drain out of him. Bob turns to look at Frank and offers a half smile, "I can't believe Mikey asked me to make his wedding cake."
Frank's smile grows into a grin with teeth. "Alicia's a good woman."
Bob nods and looks back at the cake. It's a traditional wedding cake, which neither Bob nor Frank had been expecting. The cake stands three white tiers tall and a strip of black fondant encircles the base of each tier. The black lines of royal icing swirl up from the black bands and they are nothing if not ornate and absolutely breathtaking.
Frank says, "I can't believe they're getting married."
Bob nods and turns back to the cake, fingers thrumming a beat against the table.
Frank startles as he hears the bell at the bakery's front trill. He glances at the clock and sees that it's just about time for the shop front to close. He makes his way up to the front with a small frown on his face, but it slides from his face and is soon replaced with smile.
Gerard stands in front of the counter, pushing a hand through his hair nervously. "Hey, Frankie."
Frank breathes out a quiet greeting, dropping to his knees to rummage under the counter for a moment. When he stands back up, he perches on the balls of his feet and presses a small box toward Gerard. "I made something for you," he says.
Gerard huffs a laugh and cracks the lid and pulls a cookie from within the box. He takes a bite and his eyes widen slightly.
"They're triple chocolate," Frank says, words spilling out of his mouth. "With chocolate covered espresso beans. I thought you'd like them."
Gerard shuts him up by reaching over the counter, tucking his free hand behind Frank's neck and pulling him close.
When Gerard kisses him, he tastes like coffee and promises.
lol idk
Bob's shoulders drop and Frank can see the tension drain out of him. Bob turns to look at Frank and offers a half smile, "I can't believe Mikey asked me to make his wedding cake."
Frank's smile grows into a grin with teeth. "Alicia's a good woman."
Bob nods and looks back at the cake. It's a traditional wedding cake, which neither Bob nor Frank had been expecting. The cake stands three white tiers tall and a strip of black fondant encircles the base of each tier. The black lines of royal icing swirl up from the black bands and they are nothing if not ornate and absolutely breathtaking.
Frank says, "I can't believe they're getting married."
Bob nods and turns back to the cake, fingers thrumming a beat against the table.
Frank startles as he hears the bell at the bakery's front trill. He glances at the clock and sees that it's just about time for the shop front to close. He makes his way up to the front with a small frown on his face, but it slides from his face and is soon replaced with smile.
Gerard stands in front of the counter, pushing a hand through his hair nervously. "Hey, Frankie."
Frank breathes out a quiet greeting, dropping to his knees to rummage under the counter for a moment. When he stands back up, he perches on the balls of his feet and presses a small box toward Gerard. "I made something for you," he says.
Gerard huffs a laugh and cracks the lid and pulls a cookie from within the box. He takes a bite and his eyes widen slightly.
"They're triple chocolate," Frank says, words spilling out of his mouth. "With chocolate covered espresso beans. I thought you'd like them."
Gerard shuts him up by reaching over the counter, tucking his free hand behind Frank's neck and pulling him close.
When Gerard kisses him, he tastes like coffee and promises.