This was it. Your first day at Paris Baguette. You smiled confidently at your reflection in the glass display, thinking that you looked every inch the cute cashier in a fluffy apron and a matching headband. Call you superficial or silly, but one of the reasons why you decided to apply for the job was because you adored the uniform. And who could forget their bottled pudding desserts? 

  "Are you even listening to me?"   A brusque, throaty voice broke into your thoughts unceremoniously and you looked up, startled to be greeted by the owner of the voice. A boy dressed from top to toe in black, with an expression on his face to match his dark attire glared back at you stormily with eyes wider than Puss in Boots himself.   "S-sorry," You immediately stumbled, aware that you had just pissed off your first customer of the day. You smoothened out an invisible wrinkle your apron, but the disapproving look on his face didn't change one bit. "How may I help you?"   "I said," He said exasperatedly, and you realized there was a velvety undertone to that annoyance-laden voice, "I want one pudding dessert." He crossed his arms and stood up straight and you realized that he wasn't that much bigger than you, but he sure had a commanding presence for his build.    "Y-yes!" You quickly snapped out of your reverie and began reaching for the signature bottle in the freezer. "Takeaway or-"   "I'll have it here. And here's the exact sum." He interrupted, his eyes flashing at you. They were really huge and expressive and not just that- his eye whites overwhelmed the entire eyeball, making him look like a cute animated character - if only he wasn't frowning at you with so much animosity, you would have thought he was cute. Heck, you already thought so. You blushed as his long, slender fingers brushed yours when he dumped bills and coins into your outstretched hands.   On the other hand, he, looked completely unaffected by the brief touch and snatched up the bottle, looking relieved to be done with you and your ineptitude. You let out a sigh, wondering how could you have let your first customer encounter be so rotten.    A brief smile flickered on his face as you watched, entranced, as his facial expression changed from I'm-so-done to oooh-yummy. His smile curved onto his surprisingly squishy, soft cheeks and up to his round, expressive eyes....   To your surprise, h