[Name's] POV

"I'm so sorry Sasuke," I cry out over the phone as I try pulling on my work shirt. "My boss called me in since the shop got so busy all of a sudden."

I can hear my boyfriend sigh on the other end. "It's like the third time this week you canceled on me because of your dumb job."

"I'm sorry Sasuke."

Once my work clothes are on, I zoom out of my room and down the stairs.

"Can I at least drive you there?" I hear him plead. "I haven't seen you in forever."

It's only been a week since we've seen each other, and normally he's the one that cancels but his schedule cleared up and he's all caught up with work from college, so now he has time for me. However, the stars couldn't align our schedules together, so now it's my turn to cancel on him.

"I'm sorry Sasuke, but he told me to be there ASAP," I say, grabbing my keys from the little dish by the door. "I don't have time to wait for you. I'm sorry."

Another sigh rang through the phone. "It's not your fault."

I can hear the sadness seeping into his words as he talks. I guess he really wants to see me, and my heart nearly breaks at the thought of Sasuke sulking because he can't see me.

"What should I do while you're gone?" He asks, his voice sounding pitiful. He sounds absolutely miserable and it makes me want to skip work and go on our planned date.

As I walk outside and settle onto the seat of my bike, I tell him, "Make me something. Like a poem or a love letter saying how much you love and appreciate me."

"Okay."

I pause and deflate a little. Usually, something like this would raise the asshole out of Sasuke. I was expecting a response along the lines of, "LOL bitch, I don't love you" or "You really think I appreciate your smelly ass?". 

He must be really upset about this. 

"I wub you," I say, in my last attempt to cheer him up.

There's a long pause before he says it back. "I wub you too."

Then the call goes dead. I just want to bash my head against the handlebars of my bicycle.

"Gah!! I hate it when he's like this!!" I scream aloud as I shove my phone into my bra and peddle down the street. "I always feel so guilty for canceling on him."

I take a left at the corner, thinking about just turning around and heading to Sasuke's house. But I don't. I keep peddling to my job, and once I'm there, I chain up my bike and head inside.

"Oh thank goodness!" I hear my boss cry. "You're finally here, we need help in the back."

The bakery is small, but it gets a lot of customers. We only have a total of seven employees, most of which are his own family. There's Amai his daughter, Furan his wife, and his son Satou. Sometimes Amai's boyfriend comes along to work as our sixth member, and I am the seventh employee.

I smile and squeeze past the line of people that are waiting to get their food. Mr. Okashi is taking orders asking customers if they want it here or to go.

"Oh great, you're here," Amai says, passing me a plate with a slice of strawberry cake and a muffin on it. "This goes to table twenty-five."

I take the plate in my hands, slightly sulking about the fact that I haven't even washed my hands yet. Quickly, I round the corner and place the plate on table 25 where a couple is sitting. I put on a smile and say, "Enjoy you two."

They say their thanks as I return to the kitchen. As quickly as I can, I wash my hands and put on some white gloves.

"Oh wow, you actually showed up," I hear Satou's voice call out to me. "Didn't you have a date with your boyfriend?" 

Satou is around my age, maybe a year older than I. He has stark white hair — which I'm pretty sure he dyed himself since I can see his black roots growing from the ever fading undercut he has — and grey eyes. He's currently plating food for Amai to take and serve to the customers.

"Yeah, I had to cancel on him," I say, picking up some to-go containers with food already in it. "He was pretty upset about it."

Satou chuckles as I return to the front. I look down at the receipt that's taped to the case. "Number sixty-two and number sixty-three!" I shout out into the small area. Two patrons come up, take their pastries and leave.

I go back to the kitchen and help Satou plate more food for Amai to take, while Mrs. Furan places dirty dishes next to the sink. She turns to me, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing as she turns.

"[Name], sweetie, could you wash the dishes please?" She asks, her voice cheerful as usual. I just nod and move to the sink. I put on the black apron and exchange my white cotton gloves for neon pink rubber gloves. It's a three compartment sink, one for washing, one for rinsing and the last for sanitization. 

I fill the first with hot water and soap, making tons of foam — my favorite part of washing dishes— and the second with only hot water. The last one I fill with hot water and a bit of bleach. I scrape remaining food off into a nearby garbage can and place it into the first sink.

At my job, I don't have a specific job like the rest. Mr. Okashi takes the orders and cooks the food, Satou plates and watches over the food, Amai serves the food and Mrs. Furan wipes off tables and cleans up the place. I'm what they call "The Floater". I'm placed wherever I'm needed, and right now, the dishes need me.

As I wash the dishes, Satou strikes up a conversation with me. 

"So uh," he starts as he takes muffins and cookies out of the oven. "Where were you two suppose to go today?"

Figuring he's talking about Sasuke and me, I reply with, "We were supposed to spend the entire day together. He was gonna take me out for brunch—"

"Ooo," he coos. "Brunch sounds fancy."

I scoff and roll my eyes playfully. Ever since Satou found out my boyfriend is filthy rich, he continues to tease me about it, saying I'm spoiled like three-week-old eggs.

"Anyways," I begin again. "He was gonna take me out for brunch, and then we would head to the movies. We would have a short picnic at the park, something light before heading to his house for dinner."

Satou snorts. "He spoils you too much."

I huff as I scrub a dish. "He does not."

"Oh c'mon," Satou laughs, plating some freshly baked cookies onto a plate. "You don't need to have brunch, see a movie, have a picnic and have dinner all in one day. He totally spoils you!"

Amai, who just returned to the kitchen speaks up as well. "Yeah, that sounds like a little much for one day."

"Yeah man!" Satou says, happy that his older sister agrees with him. "You're totally rotten."

I pout and put dishes into the second sink to rinse. 

"Yeah well, he can be an ass sometimes!" I say in an attempt to defend the fact that I'm not spoiled by Sasuke. 

"Oh yeah? Name one instance," he challenges.

"Oh, you have no  idea."

...

The rest of my unplanned shift consists of telling Satou how much of a bitch Sasuke can be and washing dishes.

"Not to mention, my boyfriend has tripped me in public just so he could laugh at me. He also has mocked me on multiple occasions and whenever I don't give him a kiss, he gives me the silent treatment until I do," I explain, as I dry the last of the dishes. We had closed twenty minutes ago, and the sun has already dipped below the horizon. I take off my apron and hang it up.

"Wow," Satou says right when Mr. Okashi enters the kitchen. The middle-aged man has just finished counting out the tips. He splits it three ways and gives a third to his son, his daughter and me.

"[Name], you can go home now, we'll finish up here," he says with a smile. I nod in thanks and wave bye to everyone before heading outside.

I unchain my bike and ride back home. Once there, I open the door and announce that I'm back home. My mother is the only one who greets me back. 

I take my phone out of my bra and head to my room. I collapse on my bed, allowing my muscles to relax while I kick off my shoes. With the help of heavy eyelids and a tired physique, I fall asleep quickly.

I don't know how long I was out, but I start to gain consciousness when I feel something continually pressing itself against my lips. My eyes open for a second before they close again, and I spot jet black hair with blue tints. Knowing only one person with that kind of hair, I moan when his lips press against mine again. 

I hear him chuckle and say, "Finally awake princess?"

"Nah," I respond, despite my conscious state. "Kiss me again, like I'm Sleeping Beauty."

I can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, "You know, that's not all the prince did when he found Sleeping Beauty."

I open my eyes just to glare at him. He smiles upon seeing me awake and pouty. 

"Give your princess a kiss," I say, puckering my lips. Sasuke chuckles and puckers his lips just like mine. He leans down and presses his lips against mine.

"How long was I sleep?" I ask once Sasuke pulls away.

"Like three hours. I got here an hour ago," he says, pushing some stray hairs out of my face.

Out of the corner of my eye,  I see something brilliantly red. I turn my head towards my nightstand seeing a vase full of red roses. Sitting in the shadow of the roses is an envelope with a heart sticker sealing it closed.

"What's that?" I ask while pointing at it. I swear I see Sasuke's cheeks turn a shade of pink as he explains to me what it is.

"That's the love letter slash poem you wanted me to make for you," he says, scratching the back of his head. I turn to him, a bit amazed.

"You actually wrote it?"

He nods. "Yeah, I mean, I needed to fill my time with something while you were at work."

My heart flutters in my chest and I coo, "Aww, baby I'm sorry."

Sasuke sighs and flops down next to me. "Stop saying you're sorry."

"But I am!" I protest. "I'm so sorry babe."

"Stop saying that and just hold me," he grumbles as he pulls me into his chest. I wrap my arms around him and press my face into his neck. "You know I spoil you."

"I know," I say after sighing. "And I thank you for it."

I give him a kiss on his jaw. "Thank you so much, babe."

He smirks and pulls me closer.

"You're welcome, princess."

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A/N: not every chapter will be this long my dudes.
*I don't own the picture.