"You know," she says one day, snuggled up against his shoulder. "You remind me of coffee cake."
He's caught in surprise and looks at her in confusion. "What makes you say that?"
"Well." She yawns lazily, curling up along his side, hugging his arm. "At first glance, you don't look like much. You seem somewhat monotone, without a large palette of color."
"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow. "Really now?"
"And you're kind of bitter, too," she continues, making a face. "If I were to have just met you, I would have mistaken you for someone stern, and a little bit grumpy, too."
Mest can feel his eyebrow twitching a bit in irritation. He didn't come here to have his girlfriend insult him while cuddling with him. Especially while cuddling with him.
"But…" She looks up at him, the corners of her big, brown eyes crinkling with a hint of a smile. "Under all that plainness, all that bitterness…you hide an underlying sweetness." She leans up to lay a peck on his cheek. "And that's what everyone loves best about coffee cake."