Peeta Mellark (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} double_knot) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} valarlogs,@ 2016-03-14 18:11:00 |
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What: First encounter
Where: Peeta’s Bakery
When: Earlier this month
Warnings: NA
Status: Partner Thread, Closed, Complete
Stiles had a sweet tooth. He couldn’t deny it. And the more he delved into the dream world, the more he was aware of it. He hadn’t intended to stop at the bakery, but he found himself heading that way anyway. because he wanted something sweet.
It wouldn’t help anything, but he figured it couldn’t hurt either. He kept in shape, he’d just have to run a little further and a little longer to work it off.
He scratched his jawline as he went inside. He inhaled deeply. The smell of fresh baking bread had always been a comfort to him. It reminded him of his mom, which made him feel a little sad for a moment. He recovered quickly, inhaled again, and looked around the bakery.
***
The case in the front of the store was fully stocked with various pastries and some fresh baked bread. Peeta prided himself on making sure that he kept things stocked and available for his customers and he hadn’t run out of too many things lately and that usually happened in the evenings near closing time. He had brought out a new tray of white chip lemon cookies and he was currently putting them into the case when he heard the jingle above the door go off.
Blond head lifted up and his green eyes surveyed the scene and caught sight of the new comer, “Hello there, welcome to Mellarky. Looking for anything in particular today?” He stood up fully and leaned on the top of the case as he awaited an answer.
***
Stiles looked to see that there was no one else round, so the guy must be talking to him. Which made sense, since he’d just walked in the door. He smiled an awkward little smile and nodded. “No. I’m just...nothing in particular,” he said.
“I’ve never been here before,” and he seemed to be making his way through every bakery in town. “So I’m just, you know. I’ve got a sweet tooth.” He felt like he was jumping all over the place, like he couldn’t finish one thought before he was on to the next one.
***
“Well, welcome. Hopefully we can find something to satisfy that sweet tooth. I promise that my goods are incredibly addicting, so I don’t think this will be your last visit here,” Peeta commented with a patient smile. He could sense that the guy was a bit hyperactive, maybe due to all the sugar, but he was more than happy to help him out.
“Anything you’re in the mood for? Cookies, cake, chocolate? I’m sure you don’t want any bread right now,” that was the only assumption that he could come up with right now, but the rest would need answers before he could suggest specific items.
***
“Chocolate,” Stiles nodded. “Definitely chocolate. Something ooey and gooey.” That’s what he was in the mood for. Something he could focus on for a few minutes, and maybe forget everything else in his head for a little while.
Maybe he’d take something home to his dad. He hadn’t really been spending much time with the old man. Not really much at all since the dreams had started. Because it was awkward. Because he kind of felt like he didn’t know what to say anymore.
“And maybe a coke, to drink? I don’t really do coffee, even though I love the smell of it.”
***
“I’ve got some really good double chocolate chunk cookies, but if you want true ooey and gooey then I suggest the caramel fudge brownie. I’ve put the best of both words into that one and it just oozes when you bite into it,” Peeta explained with a smile. It was easy enough to put as many things as he wanted into the brownies and they always came out delicious.
“And sure, I can grab you a coke. How about you inspect the case real quick and I’ll grab you a cold one from the back,” an easy suggestion because it would give the guy a couple extra minutes to see if anything struck his fancy. Peeta gave him a smile as he went into the back to grab a glass bottle of coke (yeah he liked his in bottles) and returned to the front, “Find anything?”
***
Stiles had kind of gotten lost in his thoughts while Peeta was getting him the drink. He took soda and nodded, blinking a couple times to bring his focus back to the present. “I think, yeah. The caramel fudge brownie sounds good.”
Chocolate made him hyper. Combined with the coke, he was probably going to be climbing the walls for a few hours. Maybe it would stave off the dreams. He could hope, anyway. “Thanks. For the suggestion. It sounds really good.”
***
“Perfect, let me get that boxed up for you. And you’re really welcome. I like to be able to help someone find exactly what they’re craving,” Peeta commented with a smile as he grabbed a container to put the brownie in and then stepped over to the case to pull out the ooey and gooiest one he could find to give to the guy, “do you want just one or more than one?”
As he asked that last question he reached in to grab the brownie with the wax paper and put at least one into the container before pausing to wait for Stiles to let him know if he wanted anything else.
***
“I’ll take two,” Stiles said. Maybe he’d take one home to his dad. HIs dad would probably appreciate it. Or he might eat them both himself. Right now, he felt like he’d probably eat them both. Especially if they were really good.
He pulled out his wallet while Peeta was boxing up the brownies. This was money he didn’t need to spend, but he didn’t care. He wanted something good and gooey.
***
Peeta smiled as he grabbed two brownies out of the case and boxed them up. He brought them over to the counter when he was done and punched in the brownies and the coke before letting Stiles know what his total was, “I’m glad that you stopped in and that I’m hopefully able to satisfy your cravings today. You can definitely stop by at any time when you have a craving.”
He was more than happy to bring back repeat customers if that meant he had to stock a bit more of the ooey gooey brownies for them.
***
“Oh, I think I’ll be back.” Stiles took the box and his drink and nodded. “I’ll definitely be back.” Because he had no doubt he was going to be satisfied with his brownies. He could just tell. “Thanks again,” he said as he turned to head out.