Conflict 15: Cupcakes

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London bridge has fallen down

It's fallen down

Fallen down

London bridge has fallen down

My fair lady


Take the keys and lock them up

Yes, go on, do it

Lock them up, yes lock them up

Take the keys and lock them up

My fair lady


Everything is quite all right

Sleepy tight, nighty night

Everything turned out of sights!

My fair lady...


"My fair lady..." You awoke to the feeling of someone's fingers on your cheek. Opening your eyes, you found Oliver's face hovering over yours.

He smiled gently, "Good morning"

Your mouth was dry. You didn't say anything.

He stood up and turned to the food cart beside the bed. He picked up a porcelain pot and poured you a cup of tea.

"Here" He sat back down at the edge of the bed.

He watched as you sipped on the tea, "You've been out for quite some time. How was your sleep?"

"It was fine" You whispered.

Something soft touched your brow, it was his handkerchief. You looked up to find his eyes.

"You kept sweating like you were in a sauna, kept whimpering like a puppy" He actually looked worried "Did you have any nightmares?"

You put the saucer and cup on your lap, "No, I... ever since I woke up at Luciano's I... don't recall any dream or nightmare. When I wake up, it's always nothing but blackness in my memory"

He pulled back, taking the hankie with him, "I see"

You resumed drinking the tea, unaware of his stare.

Several minutes went by and he asked, "If you're feeling better. I have something to ask you"

"Of course"

He smiled.

After washing up, Oliver asked you to help him bake cupcakes; a "special recipe he's never shared with anyone before".

"Flour, milk..." Reading the old piece of paper you didn't see anything special with the ingredients or the steps. They all seemed pretty normal.

"Where are the others?" You asked, looking around the kitchen. You weren't sure before but after you came here, the three were almost always with you during lunch time. Especially Jason.

"Francois had something to take care of. The boys are off on a mission"

"A mission?"

He nodded, smiling "Yes. A special mission: I asked them to stay out for a while so I can be with you"

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