He sat at one of the small tables in the shop, watching Toby down yet another bottle of gin in the other room. She was bustling around humming lightly under her breath busy with a batch of pies. One stubborn red curl kept falling back into her face. Yet again she flicked it back behind her ear. She dropped her rolling pin into the sack of flour.

"Damn'it! This flour is such a nuisance!" She cursed as a cloud of flour puffed up.

She sneezed. She sneezed again. Then again with the stubborn curl. Mr. Todd had already crossed the room in about a stride and a half. He caught the curl between his fingers. Smooth as silk, just as he had imagined. She looked up, confusion evident in her chocolate brown eyes. Wiping the flour off her nose he slowly raised his eyes to meet hers. He was shocked by what he saw in her eyes. He saw love. He was not prepared for that. He took a step back. When he had made his decision he moved back forward but closer this time. She looked up at him. He just stared at the woman who evidently loved him so much.

He could do this. She reached up and intertwined her fingers in his hair, slowly bringing his head down to meet hers. He closed the distance. Their lips met in a searing kiss. Running his tongue over her lips seeking and longingly. He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, panting for breath.

"Guess that flour isn't such a nuisance anymore, eh Mrs.Lovett?"

She chuckled.

That's when he realized that he loved flour, especially when it was coving Mrs.Lovett.

"What do you say we go get another sack of flour Mrs.Lovett? We definitely need some more!" Sweeney said in a chipper tone.

"Yes and while we are out we can pick up another bottle of gin for the lad!" Mrs.Lovett said with a jerk of her head towards Toby, who luckily was sound asleep clutching his bottle.

She was his angel.

His flour angel.