A/N: This is just a little bit of a leisure fic. I got this idea, from pondering about what kind of job Break would have in the real world. It was either crazy/incensed history professor, or crazy/incensed pastry chef. I liked the latter, go figure. Although he's my favorite (I love me some Break), there'll be lots of different pairings or maybe even none at all, so don't get attached. Enjoy, and please feel free to leave a review!
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Prologue: Sugary Invitations
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"Hey...Miss..."
She glared into the safety of her styrofoam cup.
"Miss."
Just ignore it, Alice.
"Hellooo..."
..Leave. Me. Alone.
"I know you can hear me, young lady."
...eh?
"..."
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A screech of a chair being pushed back, foot steps—and then nothing.
Is he gone?
She waited for that persistent voice and when it didn't come, Alice let out a breath and sank into her chair, looking forward to get back to enjoying her book and—now, she simmered— lukewarm latte. Curling her lip at the cooled beverage, she licked her thumb then turned a page as she pondered about the indecencies of rude, testosterone induced males who had some preconceived notion that they could just sweet talk their way into a girl's life.
Though it wasn't exactly sweet talk. Just a niggling, face-less voice.
Whoever he was, he niggled her, she decided—and it would take a lot more than that for any guy to catch her attention!
Then...there, she felt it—
Alice had the distinct foreboding feeling that her personal space was about to be breached.
"Miss."
One eyelid twitched. She turned, ready to tell off whoever the guy was, and was met with a pale hand in her line of sight. In the center of that hand was a...
Candy?
"I was wondering..." the voice began in a friendly tone.
Eyes narrowing, she followed the hand up until she was met with an equally (too) friendly smile.
"Do you like sweets?"
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