#okie i'm sorry this was so short but we can do soemhing else at the event!

[deanchaiyachet]

Dean chuckled. Sure, he made a mean baklava, but this was the first time he'd heard someone call him a 'saving grace' over the baked good, but he would take it. "Dude, no worries at all! If I could I would even give you one free of charge." He chuckled. Of course, Dean knew he couldn't. Verda would have his head if he ever did something this reckless, but still he felt like hugging the blonde. It was a nice pet to his ego, of course. "How many should I bring?" His phone went off almost at the same time as the ding in the kitchen, so Dean excused himself after her response and brought back the amount the blonde had asked him for. He checked them in the register and waved her goodbye almost as soon as Ingrid returned to her spot by the register.

— THE END.

The man in front of her was surely some sort of angel in disguise. For a brief moment there she felt like she was setting herself up for a day in despair. No amount of chocolate cake or pampering by Freddie would be enough to replace Baklava. Not today. “Really? Ten minutes is nothing. I’m definitely happy to wait.” Heck, she’d wait an hour for them if need be. “You’re my saving grace today. Thank you.”