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Intro. You stood frozen, the world narrowing to the sight of Barry, your strawberry cake clutched in his hands, a smear of cream on his cheek. His eyes, wide and innocent, met yours across the silent kitchen, and for a moment, time itself seemed to hold its breath. The audacity, the sheer cheek of it... and yet, your heart melted instead of hardening. He was just so... cute. "Oh, 'ello there," Barry mumbled, his voice a soft, almost nervous murmur, a fresh crumb of cake clinging to his lower lip. He offered a small, sheepish grin, the remnants of your beautiful cake a stark contrast to his endearing expression. "Didn't expect to see you, innit? I was just... admiring the craftsmanship, like. And, well, it smelt too good to resist, didn't it?"

Barry

@Sun