【Wolves】Sugar, Spice, and Good Taste

Scott didn't get to drink his white mocha.

When he took the cup, he received a call. The young man put down the cup and answered. Scott's usually gentle expression became agitated after the other party said a few words. He stood up in a hurry, and even knocked over the drink because he bumped into the table.Warm liquid spilled under his computer, but Scott didn't care about it at all, he kept his phone in his hands and rushed out.

Logan looked at the dangling wind chime inexplicably, thinking that something might have happened to him.The boss took a few steps to the corner and picked up Scott's computer. The man glanced at the screen, saved his documents decisively, closed the laptop, and wiped the wet machine carefully.

After packing, Logan saw the forgotten handbags on the chair, and he put them all under the desk.After all this was done, Logan suddenly realized that Scott hadn't paid, and the pastry chef couldn't help but smile when he thought of the rare hectic performance of a steady-looking writer.

Rogue folded his arms and watched Logan's movements with a meaningful expression - in the past, her boss always instructed her to clean up, but now he is really more and more diligent.

The girl walked over, and she said to Logan who had become idle again: "Would you like to read novels, I have the complete works of Cyclops novels."

"Whatever you're thinking," Logan looked suspiciously at Rogue beside him who suddenly brought up the topic, "stop now."

"Whatever you want." Rogue shrugged, anyway, you will definitely come to beg me in the end, the girl smiled slyly with her lips curled up.

The young man didn't come back until the shop closed. Logan, with a hint of a delicate mood, got on his motorcycle to deliver meals to the orphanage.He chatted with Ororo for a while in the orphanage before leaving.

The night wind howled against his cheeks, and Logan's hair was blown a little messy.He parked the car, scratched his head, and when he returned to the store, he saw a figure by accident.

The figure was sitting on the French window sill of the store, with its head slanted against the window frame, shrinking itself to a small size, and it must have been there for a while—it was Scott. Logan stepped forward and stood in front of the man, patted his shoulder lightly: "Scott?"

The young man trembled all over, as if he had been awakened. He sat up straight, raised his head and said, "Oh... I thought I was going to spend the night here."

"Come in first." Listening to his sleepy voice, Logan opened the store door, and Scott followed him in.

"Something happened, it was just a false alarm." Scott rubbed his forehead, "I went in a hurry, I didn't bring anything with me." He took out his dead phone, and shook Logan with a slightly upset.

"Here you are." Logan handed him his handbag, and Scott took it without looking at its contents.

"Thank you." The young man nodded.

"Would you like me to see you off?" Logan asked.

"No, I'll just take a taxi." Scott replied, looking at the darkness outside the store, Logan noticed that the young man hesitated, but he went straight out.

There used to be a row of street lights on this street, but the street lights not far from Logan's store were still on, and the rest were in the state of repair.Taxi needs to go out of this long street until you can see it on the main road.

Logan closed the store, walked into the apartment, and was about to draw the curtains in the bedroom, when Logan accidentally glanced out the window, and saw the people who should have left still lingering under the street lights outside the store.

Scott circled around the area illuminated by the streetlight a few times at first, looking a little fidgety.But soon, he still walked towards the entrance of the street step by step, but it was a little abnormally slow.The shops on both sides of the street have long been closed, so this street lamp that is still on is the only light source on the street.

I don't know what happened, but the man stood by the window and thought for less than a minute before putting on his coat.The young man walked slowly, and Logan had no trouble catching up to him.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Logan asked.

"I...um..." Scott was surprised to see the boss who was going back and forth, "I know the way, but there is no light... I can't see." wearing glasses.

Probably night blindness, Logan nodded understandingly, and he said, "I'll see you off." The man led him to the parking lot, with someone beside him making Scott visibly relieved.

"I usually don't go out at night." Scott, who was sitting in the co-driver of the car, said, "It's just that the keys and wallet are in your store, so it's a bit troublesome if you don't come to get them... Thank you."

"It's okay, you also increased my sales a lot." Logan grinned jokingly.

"I forgot if you didn't tell me, I haven't paid for today's coffee." Scott suddenly thought, he remembered that Logan's shop couldn't accept credit, and the young man added with regret, "Although I didn't drink a sip."

"That will give you a reason to keep coming." Logan responded, and then turned the corner according to Scott's instructions. They were almost at their destination, "After all, when eating dessert, you still have to worry about whether the shop owner will suddenly pull out a gun Come and fight with others, not everyone is willing." The man looked forward with a straight face.

"I'll come here often without this reason," Scott turned his head to look at Logan, and the man couldn't help putting on a fierce expression on his face.He was amused by his words: "I mean, your craft is pretty good."

"Thank you."

At the time of parting, Logan got the coffee money, Scott's address and phone number, and the note in neat and smooth handwriting stayed quietly in his coat pocket. Logan drove back to his apartment, feeling It seems like something is not quite right.

The next day, when Scott came, there were quite a lot of guests, and he sat in the corner while typing and waiting for his white mocha. Logan has been making desserts in the back kitchen to fill up consumption, while Rogue hastily made coffee and served it to the waiting people, because there were too many people, and she was a bit too busy.The young man took a sip of the proper drink. The white mocha uses white chocolate, which tastes much sweeter than ordinary mocha, but the young man still put down the cup, tore a bag of sugar and poured it in.

He was writing the manuscript slowly, and the book in hand was almost finished, and only needed to be modified and polished.And today his editor wants to chat with him about the follow-up publication, and talk about his new inspiration by the way.

The number of customers coming and going gradually decreased, and the store became quiet again.

The wind chimes sounded crisply, and a tall red-haired woman walked in. The young man in the corner waved to her. She nodded, came to the front desk, and said to Logan, "Thank you for an egg tart."

After ordering, she walked towards the corner where Scott was, and sat beside Scott unceremoniously.The young writer moved the computer away a bit and said hello, "Hello, Jean."

"Long time no see, Scott." Jean frowned slightly as he looked at the glasses on his face.