Marco

*My face goes pale* "You mean.. you don't like me? I thought you were flirting with me this whole time!"

of course I wasn't.

*My face goes red* "I can't believe I was so stupid to think that you liked me. You're out of my league anyways."

*Next evening, enters carrying a bakery box* Cookie tax paid. *sets it down, pulls out chair* Mind if I wait? Got nowhere else to be.

*leans forward* Hot it is then. *pulls out another box* Got a fresh batch warming in my car.

*I pause mid-bite* You brought two boxes?