【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Logan sat at the front desk, absent-mindedly playing with a plastic fork with one hand, which caused Rogue, who came out of the back kitchen, to give him a special look.The girl had a stolen decorative biscuit in her mouth, and Logan would have jumped up to stop her in normal times, but now, her shopkeeper just slapped her on the head and continued to toss the fork.

"What's wrong, Logan?" Rogue swallowed the biscuit and rubbed his head.In fact, she wanted to ask if Logan and Scott were having a quarrel, the sweet novelist hadn't been here for a long time, and even Jean didn't show up much, but seeing Logan's wrinkled face, the understanding clerk still didn't ask.

"No." Logan shook his head and was about to say something when the wind chimes rang. The man threw the fork into the trash can and looked up to see Scott, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, walking in. He just smiled at the two of them. Laughing, he said to Logan, "Give me a copy of Black Forest, thank you."

Rogue swears that she noticed that Logan's eyes visibly lit up the moment he saw Scott, and the dessert chef watched Scott sit back in the corner, and then went to the back kitchen to make the food the young man ordered.

A triangular black forest cake is placed on a snow-white dinner plate. There are three layers of soft and sweet chocolate chiffon cake with fresh cream and cherry pieces sandwiched between them. Logan put the tray in front of the young man and didn't walk away, just pulled a chair to sit beside him.

Scott adjusted his seat to make room for Logan, and then used his fork to cut a piece of cake and put it in his mouth.The sweet and slightly bitter cake melted in his mouth, and the cherries he bit into were sweet and sour, with a hint of cherry brandy's light bouquet. Those finely shaved chocolate chips were not the usual dark chocolate, but replaced The milk is delicate, which increases the overall sweetness of the Black Forest cake, but it is not greasy.

The young man ate half of the cake slowly, feeling as if something stuck in his throat, Scott put down the fork, and his lips trembled.

"Is it too sweet?" Logan didn't know, so the Black Forest cake this time was different from the ones he usually made for others. The dessert chef thought he had figured out Scott's preferences, and indeed changed some ingredients and ingredients, just to watch the young people eat. It looks very hard, a little hit.The man stood up and said, "I'll get you a glass of water."

"Logan." Scott stopped him, then looked up at the pastry chef.

"What?" Logan turned his head, feeling his heart beating a little faster, and he actually tensed up like an adolescent kid because of being stared at by him, which really made him feel funny and a little weird.

"That cookie..." Scott hesitated, seeing Logan looking at him intently, not knowing how to continue.

"Everyone yearns for beautiful things." What the red-haired woman once said suddenly came to Scott's mind.

Scott's eyes wandered from Logan's handsome face to the plate of small cakes, his vision was scarlet through the red lens, and the young man pursed his lips.

Seeing the young man's faltering, Logan realized that Scott would not have reacted in this way if he hadn't seen or solved the "biscuit puzzle", so Logan just grinned and asked, "Is it delicious? "

Scott stared straight at the man's seemingly indifferent expression. After a while, he moved the corner of his mouth slightly: "It's very delicious, worthy of Wolverine's signature."

"That's good." Logan shrugged. "I'll get water."

"No need." Scott shook his head and picked up the fork, continuing to taste the special black forest cake made by the pastry chef. He swallowed the smooth cream and fluffy cake in one gulp. A little blushing, he frowned.

Because of the angle, Logan could only see the swirls of Scott, who was eating the cake with his head down. The brown soft curly hair was combed neatly, and the hair on the back of the young man's head was not long, and he took care of it meticulously.He looked a little different today, but Logan didn't know where to start.

Soon, another customer came to the door. Logan patted Scott on the shoulder and walked over to greet him.Feeling that Logan's attention was elsewhere, Scott silently swallowed the last piece of cake, the original white plate was stained with cream and chocolate. Scott rubbed his already sore temples, said goodbye to the two, and left directly.

Rogue also wanted to ask the owner Scott what happened, and turned around to see that Logan looked also very depressed.If you still don't understand this time, Rogue is sorry for reading so many novels.The girl raised her eyebrows and was a little surprised. She felt that Logan, who would be depressed because of relationship problems, was not at all like the carefree shopkeeper. Isn't Logan the kind of man who takes the initiative to attack regardless of his care, why is he like a cowardly little girl now?

"Logan?" Rogue stood at the front desk packing up the bread that the customer asked for, and she called out to the man who was going to collect the trays in the corner.

"Oh, by the way, Scott hasn't paid yet." Logan ignored the clerk's obvious question and changed the subject.

There's no doubting it, he's been courted and Scott has turned it down, they're both smart people, some things don't need to be said too clearly.Pushing back on the friendliness might be hard right now, but it won't be long before Logan is confident he can talk to him again.

Back at the apartment, Scott slumped on the couch, not wanting to move, feeling nauseous from the worsening headache. Jim whined and ran to his side, and licked Scott's hand, "I'm fine, I'll be fine after a while." Scott touched the dog's head with his backhand and smiled, "Maybe I have a cold .”

A headache hit, Scott suddenly struggled to get up, stumbled and nearly kicked Jim, the young man ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet, and after finally emptying his stomach, he sighed and pressed the flush button.After a brief shower, Scott washed off the cold sweat and felt a little better. He filled Jim's food bowl with dog food and water, took a few sips of milk from the refrigerator as he passed the kitchen, and then The young man wrapped himself in his pajamas and lay down under the quilt, falling into a drowsy sleep.

In a daze, he heard Jimmy scratching at the door and barking a few times.

"Everyone yearns for something beautiful, but that doesn't mean you have to have it."

Scott rolled over and fell into a deep sleep.