AN: I'm terribly sorry for having not updated for so long. :( I had school work, studying, and writer's block. My gosh. My SATs are coming up soon and my AP as well. I have my SAT IIs and my Regents. There are also my term papers, my term projects, and looking for an internship or volunteering job. Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of work! But it makes me feel better that a lot of my friends and others are going through the same. It feels nice not to be alone. If any of you guys feel that way, I just wanted to let you know, I'm just the same.

So really, enough of making everyone sad! Here's a … long, LOOOOOOOOONG overdue update. Sorry again. I feel terrible.

Disclaimer: Almost forgot to slip this in. All of the characters belong to Mashashi Kishimoto.

-HOW DO YOU EVEN DO BREAKS ON THIS WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN-

Papers were scattered all over the hardwood floors. Others were slipping off the sides of the light green covers of a queen sized bed. All of them appeared to be failed attempts at drafting up a unique family crest. The young woman who was lying on her stomach groaned loudly.

"I don't think I can take this much longer. Why isn't this working?" Hinata yelled angrily as she pulled at her midnight blue hair. She had been working on this ever since she got home. She had slipped off her shoes and changed into her comfy, lounging around clothes as she had always done. She hadn't even taken a shower yet and she was beginning to feel grimy. Taking another sip of the coffee she had made before she got working, she put her pen to paper yet again, hoping that perhaps this time, the crest wouldn't look absolutely horrible.

After having worked for another hour, Hinata had made no progress. The room was even more covered in balls of papers, paper planes, and ripped up sheets of paper. She looked up from where she was lying on the bed and caught sight of all her failed tries and sighed. With that, she peeled herself from the bed and got into a sitting position before stretching out her neck and arms. "You know what? That's it! I'm giving up for today," she gingerly said to herself. "I mean, I can always get more info or inspiration tomorrow," she encouraged herself. She smiled and hopped off the bed.

She made her way to the washroom, stepping on all of the drafts she had yet to pick up. She stripped off her clothes and walked into the shower to wash herself quickly because she had found herself yawning several times when she had been working on the crest. It was getting pretty late. Without knowing it, Hinata had spent around three and a half hours working on her little project. It was now 10PM. She hadn't even had her dinner yet!

'I think I could use something to eat, huh?' she thought when she saw the time after getting dressed. Hinata walked through her small apartment, which was relatively neat. Well, she was a pretty neat gal. Magazines were stacked neatly on the brown coffee table that sat in front of the medium sized television. However, she didn't watch TV often. On most days, she's so tired from working late at the bakery, she doesn't even have time to do anything before sleeping save for eating dinner and showering.

Chew, chew, chew. Hinata sat on the comfortable chair of her small dining area. In front of her sat a bowl of noodles with vegetables and beef. She had her elbows resting on the table and her head resting on her hands. She was thinking about what to do with the crest again. A Haruno and an Uchiha crest mixed together? How in the world was she going to be able to pull that off? Those two don't even match at all. She picked up her chopsticks. Munch, munch, munch. Maybe she should stop by Uchiha Corps tomorrow to ask for assistance? Or maybe she should schedule and appointment to meet with the couple? Sighing, she quickly downed the rest of her noodles, cleaned up her mess, and turned in for bed.

-Zzz-

The smell of fresh cookies, cakes, cupcakes, tarts, pies, and other delicious pastries hung heavily in the air. Hinata was being her busy ol' self, juggling three trays of freshly baked muffins in her two hands when she heard a ding. It was the bell that rung whenever someone entered the store to let her know there was a customer.

"Welcome! Please take your time with deciding what you want to order," Hinata chirped loudly from the kitchen. Just then, Elliot poked his head out from a counter. "I'll go take the customer's order!" he yelped happily. With that, the little boy ran through the doors, leaving them swinging. She quickly set the trays onto the table, promising to return shortly to ice the cupcakes she had taken out earlier. She hurriedly walked out of the kitchen to find Elliot talking to the man from yesterday.

"And she's really nice too!" Elliot practically yelled excitedly.

The man was sitting at one of the tables close to the front of the store. He was in an expensive looking black suit and was listening intently on what Elliot had to say. She looked at herself. She was in a silly apron. Her t-shirt was covered in icing, the same goes for her pants and her midnight blue hair was tied up messily in a bun with stray strands dancing on her face. What a mess! She looked terrible! He looked really mature and young. His face was flawless. He had a nice jawline, great face structure, nice eyebrows, great lips, a perfect nose, and the most amazing onyx eyes that bore into the soul. His skin was so pale and it looked as though it had never seen a single pimple ever. Hinata really couldn't say the same for herself.

Why in the world was she gawking at him? He was s customer. She should be asking him for his order! "Hello! Thank you so much for waiting! What would you like to eat today? I have fresh cookies and muffins that just came right out of the oven!" She said all in one breath in her usual happy tone.

"I'm actually not here because I wanted something to eat but some cupcakes wouldn't be so bad right about now." She hadn't remembered his smooth voice until now. It was so manly too. His tone showed nothing about him. He was pretty monotonous. Even though most monotonous people sounded boring as hell, he was unique. The voice was monotonous, yes but it was also something you wouldn't mind listening to for the rest of your life. It had power and authority. It made her feel protected. Really, the voice reminded her of her father's.

"Sure thing. I'll get those ready for you. I need to ice them. What flavor would you like and how many?"

He was thinking. He actually looked kind of cute thinking. His perfect eyebrows were a little scrunched together and his perfect nose crinkled slightly. "Twelve chocolates with vanilla icing to go would be great," he said after debating it to himself.

"Sounds great. I'll be back in just a bit," and she scurried off into the kitchen once again to prepare those chocolate-vanilla cupcakes for him. She placed the dozen neatly into a white box and tied it with a bow. It must've been for his family. He didn't look like the type to enjoy sweets.

"Thanks," he said as he paid for the cupcakes. "Oh and how is the crest coming along?"

'…' "Well, honestly, I can't say it's coming along very well," she said, not looking up from the cash register. She was pretty ashamed. She didn't know what to say to the handsome man before her. She had spent three and a half hours thinking and sketching. It just wasn't coming out right no matter what she did.

"Oh well actually, that's perfect because you don't have to do it anymore. We have a friend who's an artist and he volunteered to make it. He's going to come by in a few days to drop off the sketches. The bride would really like to use the draft on the cupcakes and cakes for the wedding."

"Oh that is perfect. I spent three and a half hours sketching last night and I was getting nowhere," she thanked while she placed the white box with a bow into a recycled paper bag. "He's going to come with my fiancé by the way. She wants the wedding to be perfect," he added when she handed the bag to him.

'Fiancé, huh?' Well, he was gorgeous. It wouldn't be strange that he was already taken. But she had thought he was a bachelor? Perhaps he had been dating Ms. Haruno in secret. She had heard that a lot of bachelors do that. She wouldn't blame 'em either. She wouldn't want people stalking her and making a big deal out of everything she does with her partner. Who would?

"Well, thank you, Hinata and Elliot for the cupcakes. I'm sure my family will enjoy them very much,"

"I'll probably be seeing you quite frequently since the wedding is coming up," he said to Hinata as he walked to the door with the bag. Just when he was about to leave, he said, pointing to a spot on his flawless face "Oh and you've got a little icing on your face."

'…'

-Well that was embarrassing for Hinata, haha. Anyway, please feel free to leave reviews, or not. It'd be nice. Let me know if I made any mistakes. I honestly didn't even read over this before submitting it. I'm sure there are some mistakes. Sorry!

Anyway, again, sorry for the super super super late update! I hope you guys won't be mad. :(

Also, lemme know if you guys have any ideas on what I should write next. I wouldn't mind getting some help and who knows? Maybe I'll use your suggestion! :)

Bye! Thanks for reading!