Romans & histoires Shut The Hell Up And Eat A Cinnamon Roll Guy

) JaCory's eyes go wide and the first one to say anything is my cousin: Shawnae- "JaCory! What did you have for breakfast, beans or something!" Guillermo- "Yuck Dude!" Dulce- "Eeewww!" JaCody- "Man Cor, we're tryna eat here!" Lizitzin- "Oh my Goddess!" Me- "Bro you could've gone to the bathroom if you were gonna pop off like that!"

I laughed, and he kicked me under the table. We ordered pancakes (again), hot chocolate for him, coffee for me, and this weird cinnamon roll thing we’d never tried but looked like it might cure sadness. When the food arrived, Cameron stared down at it like he was seeing hope for the first time. “I love carbs,” he whispered emotionally. “More than me?” He took a long sip of his hot chocolate. “We are not having this conversation.” I pressed a hand to my chest dramatically.

He had to shoo away a few kids who were peering into his car in awe before he managed to crawl into his vehicle. Just as he was just about to start the engine, a motorcycle zoomed by and he thought he saw a redhead riding on it. He smiled, shaking his head, “I must be daydreaming.” Then a growl came from his stomach, he hadn’t eaten anything the whole day. Luckily the chairman, whatever his name was, had given him some food. Fabian randomly fished for a bun from within the paper bag and stuffed it into his mouth, only to freeze. He had eaten a cinnamon roll and an extremely tasty one at that. But what struck him what how familiar the roll tasted to him – like he had eaten it before. He grabb

"Hi, I would like to have a waffle with fresh whip cream and berries and a milk, please." "Okay, what about you?" "Um… pancakes with bacon and milk." "Okay, your order will be here in a few minutes." The guy talk in a bored and uninterested voice. As he glides away, Tyler release his laughter until I have to nudged his foot. "You’re so loud." I hissed. "I’m just laughing okay. It seems like that guy hate his job. From the way he speaks it looks like this is the last thing he wanted to do, and not to mention roller blades?"

“Do not do that again, mister. I thought my heart was going to stop!” “Yeah, sorry again.” Darren approached her and looked at the list she had in her hands. “Hmm, see I was right.” His distance was close enough for Andrea to smell his peppermint breath. She turned her head down to the paper just so he wouldn’t be able to see her cheeks burning. Darren added stepping closer and Andrea could feel herself frozen and wishing to shrink to the ground. The man reached for the paper and pointed. He said, “You forgot to add ingredients for your cinnamon roll. You told me that you can’t have a merry Christmas without it.”

I snorted. “Please relax.” The two of them practically launched toward the table. And honestly, moments like that still healed something inside me every single time. Children really were just tiny emotional terrorists with sugar addictions. A few minutes later, we sat together eating while Eli passionately explained why cinnamon rolls were “structurally superior pastries.” I genuinely did not know what that meant. Neither did Ava apparently because she looked equally confused. Then finally, while they were distracted and relaxed enough, I cleared my throat carefully.

“So that means that you did not sleep. “. Amaris turns to Lyle with a raised eyebrow. Marco grinned and chanced a look in Amaris’ direction. “He took a couple of catnaps while the dough was rising. “ Marco chuckled again and shook his head. Amaris turned back to Lyle who was still looking at her eagerly. She pulled a piece of cinnamon roll off and popped it in her mouth. It was warm and tender and just the right amount of sweet and cinnamon. She closed her eyes in pleasure as it almost melted in her mouth. When she opened them Lyle had a look of satisfaction on his face. “Oh man! Do I smell cinnamon rolls?!” Anna came walking into the kitchen area with a towel in her hand as she was drying h

Wait, his words finally click in my head, did he say ‘and whatever they’re having’ or are my ears playing a joke on me? I blink. I can’t tell. I look down at the kid by my side. He wanted cinnamon rolls and jam donuts. Interesting choice of snack, Cameron. Definitely not non-coincidental at all. "Thanks but no thanks."I say politely, running my eyes up and down his body. I’m tempted to say something out loud but I’m trying hard to mind my language in front of James and have some decency. The fact that he’s actually here in front of me when he can be anywhere else in the café, trying to get anyone else a snack really has my stomach infested with butterflies.

“I’ll have a matcha latte and a cinnamon roll, please.” He smirks at me. “Carbs after a workout? You know that’ll ruin your gains, right?” I smirk back. “Not the way I train.” He shakes his head and pays for our order, then we head over to join Seth. After a few moments the waitress brings our coffees and my cinnamon roll. Levi has a banana muffin and Seth a croissant. I smirk at their choices. “Thought you said carbs ruin gains…” Seth flushes, but Levi just grins.

“You know what, I’d tell you inside. I think we could make some ginger and honey tea, some cinnamon rolls and we can call it a day. What do you say? “I say you’re losing your shits.” Kris didn’t even miss a breath. She scoffed and leaned back into the closest stairs. Didn’t she realize someone was watching us, and with that creepy smile, I would say he wasn’t getting paid from Grayson, but there was no way he would and still be dressed like a homeless man who missed his way to his shelter or something. The hoodie in question was faded, almost turning grey from overuse. “Well, how about I lose it some more inside.”