![]() ![]() Antique wood-and-glass display cases had mottled milk chocolate-brown marble countertops. “The walls were painted a robin's-egg blue. Gregarious white chocolate, because it's boring alone, but good with almost any other ingredient. Strong, dark, and handsome chocolate truffle- that masculine "shoulder to lean on" fix that women loved. "That was some cupcake, Cupcake." And I knew I had gotten him right. He grabbed a napkin to wipe the crumbs from his lips. He downed the cupcake in two bites- all moist devil's food with a dark truffle center, spread with a white-chocolate-and-coffee frosting I made with confectioner's sugar, the easy kind of buttercream. ![]() "What's in here?" He snapped the red-and-white -striped string on the white bakery box and opened the lid.Ī little greedy, too, I thought. Usually, I prefer to be number one, but I guess I can make an exception this time." He grinned. ![]() “You just happen to be our ten thousandth customer," I lied, "and this is our special thank-you." I slid the bakery box across the counter to him. ![]()
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