Reaching behind the counter, she grabs the small box with the cute little bow on it ( its usually used for sending cakes to formal events), and opens it, pulling out a strawberry cupcake with cream cheese frosting.
She hands it to him and he eagerly takes it from her grasp, dipping his head forwards to take a mouthful of the creamy frosting. A small splotch of whipped cream cheese on the tip of his nose. He attempts to lick it off with his tongue, but ultimately Y/N just reaches out and swipes it off with her finger, giggling at his childlike nature.
Just moments after, she unravels herself from him and turns to the empty display case in front of her
“I forgot how good these were.” Harry moans, only a bite of the cupcake left merely a minute after she gave it to him. She begins to close up shop, locking the doors to the kitchen and turning off all of the kitchen lights.
When she walks back out to the counter, she realizes that two more cupcakes from the box are gone, and her heart warms when she sees him finishing a brown cupcake, his other hand scrolling through his phone.
Y/Ns senses are flushed with the scent of his cologne and she takes a deeper whiff of the scarf before smiling, grabbing Harrys hand, and guiding him out into the cold London air
“Ready to go?” She asks, and he nods as he throws the last bite of his cupcake into his mouth.
“I really like the peanut butter ones. Are they new?” Y/N nods and Harry licks at the tip of his fingers, tasting the faint flavor of the dessert he so quickly devoured.