Nutty X Flaky Novels & Stories

"Welcome—" The girl's composed smile disappeared the instant our eyes met. Panic flashed across her face. Lowering her gaze, she stammered awkwardly, "W-What would you like to order...?" The moment I looked at her, I knew she was the one. A faint smile curved my lips as I sized her up. "Two egg tarts." She looked innocent and delicate, small enough to seem fragile. I suddenly remembered how Lucas used to tell me that being short was cute.

Nortica opens the pantry and takes out two boxes of cereal. “We have one that's sugar-loaded,” she says, pointing to a brightly coloured box of chocolate pebbles, then points to the bland, boring box next to it. “Or the high fibre, low carb, tasteless shit that Tess bought as a New Year's resolution to start eating better.” Neither option sounds appealing to me so I start to look through their pantry, thinking I could whip something up. “Do you have flour, eggs and milk?” I ask, thinking I could make us some basic pancakes.

"We're going to outsmart it. Fetch me those extra nuts and fruits we didn't use earlier. I'll prepare something irresistible." I pull the recipe from memory. "Nutty Trail." Ingredients for Nutty Trail: 1. Mixed nuts – a handful. 2. Dried fruits – a handful. 3. Crushed crackers or breadcrumbs (optional). 4. Honey – just a drizzle. I gather what we have left: a handful of nuts, some dried fruits, and a few crumbs George digs out from his pocket. "Watch this," I whisper, focusing. I sprinkle the nuts and fruits on the ground, drizzling the honey in a trail leading toward an open clearing.

“I made you breakfast.” She held the tray and sipped the coffee. “Thank you,” she muttered softly under her breath. Nat smirked. “Fluffy,” she remarked at the pancakes. “Though a little too much sugar.” “Guess you like it then,” Nat said. “Not bad.” “Not bad?” he repeated, smiling as she teased him. He stared at her—the motion of the fork slicing the pancake and lifting it to her mouth. He was infatuated, lost in her spectral presence.

“It’s just below the line between sweet and sickly. Anymore and it would be too much. It could do with less frosting though. If you do add one to the menu, keep the frosting to a minimum and be careful with the sugar to cocoa ratio.” Flynn paused and Lucas wondered if he had found his own words familiar. “It’s something to watch out for,” he added a moment later. “Do you think everything will be ready before opening day?” “I think between us, we can do it,” Lucas answered. “I do the baking and you do the planning. We make a good team.” “I feel the same way.” Today was looking to be a good day for him. Flynn had nearly remembered him twice and complimented him twice. Things were looking up fo