Your life was pretty good. You didn't have perfect health or a perfect job, and you didn't have a boyfriend. What you did have, though, was an appreciation for the little things in life.
One of these was the little park near your work. Everyday, unless it rained, you would take your lunch and eat it in the park.
Today, however, when you reached your favorite spot, you found a strange man sitting there.
He had pale pink hair and light skin splashed with freckles. He was wearing a pink collared shirt, a purple vest, a blue bowtie, and khaki pants. Next to him he had set a plate of cupcakes.
As soon as he spoke, you could tell that he was British.
"Oh! Is this your spot?" He questioned.
"I can sit somewhere else. It doesn't matter," you replied.
"I wouldn't want to intrude..."
"Nonsense, love. I'm always happy to make a new friend," he said, smiling. He patted
the ground next to him.
You sat down.
"My name's Oliver Kirkland. What's your's, poppet?"
"I'm __________________________," you answered.
He held out the plate.
"Would you like a cupcake, ______________?"
You took a deep breath. They looked and smelled so good.
"No, thank you," you said politely.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," you insisted firmly.
He looked like he was about to cry. "You... You don't want one?"
You sighed. "It's not that I don't want one, Oliver, it's that I can't have one."
"I'm a diabetic. I have to really watch how much sugar I eat, or I'll get really sick. Unfortunately, that means no cupcakes."
His expression transformed from distraught to horrified as he contemplated a life without cupcakes. He stayed like that as you ate your lunch and as you got up to leave.
"See you later, Oliver."
He mumbled a goodbye, and you walked away.
The next day passed without incident.
When you sat down to eat the day after that, however, you heard your name being called.
You looked over to see Oliver Kirkland waving at you.
You waved back.
"You're just the person I wanted to see, love."
"Yes, poppet. I have something for you."
With a flourish, he pulled out a perfect pastel cupcake.
You looked up at him, confused. "A cupcake?"
He grinned. "It's a special cupcake! A sugar free cupcake! I made it just for you!"
You were stunned. He had done this for you?
"Go ahead!" He urged. "Try it."
You took a bite as the Brit watched attentively.
"Well? What do you think?" He asked excitedly.
"It's... it's really good, Oliver."
His smile stretched from ear to ear. "You like it! Oh, poppet, that's wonderful!"
"You didn't have to do that," you mumbled, blushing.
"Oh, but I wanted to, love!" Oliver assured you. "Everyone deserves a cupcake,
especially someone as sweet as you."
And then he leaned in for a kiss.