Boys are giving me sweets today. At my cafe, the cute barrista came over at random — perhaps attracted by my divine glow from having written seven pages — and gave me a free cheesecake cupcake. (“Why is it blue?” I asked like a moron, as if I were an alien only just being introduced to the concept of a frosted cupcake.) And after that, the cute boy at the chocolate store gave me free truffles.
Maybe I should go hover on the street corner looking wistful and see if anyone cute stops his car to hand me a layer cake or plum pudding or something.
These are totally my sweets.