ROLEPLAY HQ - buns-and-roses

His head hurt, it felt like his head was trying to split right open and even with dark shades on the harsh rays of the sun were barely lessened. He needed something to cure his hangover, to at least lessen it and quick there was no time to waste not when him and his brotherhood were meeting in a couple hours to discuss the vipers that were encroaching on their territory. He just knew that if he didn’t lessen his hangover someone would end up getting punched during the meeting. He loved his brotherhood, of course he did. They were his, he rode for them, he fought for them, and he would even die for them. But they had a way of pushing his buttons, they were the reason for his predicament after all. Someone had the bright idea to make sure that his glass was full the entire night and all of them just jumped at the idea. It was a celebration he was reminded over and over again by his drunk subordinates until he relented. And the consequence of that that was him waking up in an empty hotel room that he didn’t recognise, without his phone. He was just lucky that he found his wallet. In his suit pants. Where most of his suit was, he didn’t know. It could have been worse though at least he still had some of his clothes left. He stood in black suit pants and a creased white button up shirt only a lot of the upper buttons had been broken somehow leaving much of his toned upper chest bare. It wasn’t how he wanted to look but he didn’t have much of a choice and so he was walking through streets that were unfamiliar to him after eating a handful of mints to fix his breath until he could get something to eat and then head home. It was in this condition that he came across a cozy looking bakery and as he stepped inside looking dishevelled, he was assaulted by the pleasant fragrance of freshly baked bread and cake. @Anthem

The bakery was set on a rather quiet street in the older part of the city, next to a quant bookstore and an antiques shop. Inspired by her visits to Paris, the bakery had a few small tables and chairs, and huge glass case displaying the various pastries, breads and treats that she’d put her heart and soul into. Above the bakery was a tiny, one bedroom apartment she called home. All in all, this was her entire world and Isla had found peace within the walls of the old building. Everyday was predictable, but kind to her, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her friends nagged her constantly about getting out more, seeing people, the world, but Isla was content with what she had. And every night when she made the short trek upstairs, her cat Henry was there to greet her. To her, it was perfection. A simple, quiet life with little worries and no complications.

21:52

Her day had started just like any other. No alarm was needed when Henry demanded breakfast at six am sharp, without fail. Isla had her morning coffee, slowly got dressed and by eight was in the back of the bakery checking on doughs and starting the ovens. At nine the bakery was open and the morning usuals filtered in as expected. Her newest employee was just in the back while she served and chatted with customers, all with a gentle grin. One by one, the expected customers came and went with only a few new faces in the lazy crowd. When a lull in traffic broke the morning, Isla busied herself with rearranging the cases and adding fresh items to the arrangements. The bell above the door rung softly as she situated cherry cheese danishes into neat rows and before she even looked up, she greeted the newcomer. “Good morning!” She said sweetly, setting the tray aside and finally facing the person. Isla came up short when she was met with a rather disheveled, but handsome, man. He hadn’t removed his sunglasses and his clothes looked like they hadn’t been pressed for the day, but her smile hardly faltered. “How may I help you?” She asked. “The danishes are fresh out of the oven.” She probably didn’t look much more put together than he did. Her apron was dusted in flour, her hair pulled back in a messy bun of auburn tresses and she knew her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the ovens. Yet, something about the man ignited butterflies in her stomach.

@otterlyJack

When he spotted the woman working behind the counter he was taken aback for a moment as he looked at her, his gaze memorising each feature of her face while he slipped off his shades ignoring the harsh glare of how bright it was to get a good look at her. She was beautiful, for a moment he forgot entirely about why he had gone into the bakery as he looked at her wanting to stare into her soft blue eyes, wanting to run his calloused hands through her hair while he learnt just how soft those ruby red lips of hers were and her pretty freckles only added to her good looks.

19:15

He almost missed her good morning greeting as he let himself lean against the counter, his shades quickly being slipped into his pocket before he grinned back at her confidently taking note with relief that it was morning still. “Good morning beautiful.” He greeted back to her enjoying how dishevelled she looked as parts of his toned hairy chest were put on display since his shirt was ruined. She was pretty as he looked back at her with her dishevelled features, her cheeks were rosy red in a way he found pretty and while he wondered how she would look with her hair down she did still look pretty with her pretty red hair tied into a bun and the flower that dusted her apron did nothing to take away from how pretty she was. Besides he had never told anyone this before but he was a big fan of women in aprons. Some men liked maid suits, some liked tight leggings, and some even liked latex but he always liked to see women in aprons and he could only picture how good the woman in front of him would look if she were dressed in just an apron and nothing else. “Since they’ve just came out the oven how about two of those danishes then?” He asked her softly before he leaned over the counter to get a little closer to her a little more of his skin being put on the display. “And I’ve been craving something sweet. Is there anything that can come cream filled here?” He asked the glint in his eye making it impossible for his words to be taken innocently while he leaned into her one of his calloused hands gently cupping her face.

19:15

@Anthem