daniel.

“i’d really like to. it’s been a long time dream since i was a kid. either be a baker, or a chef. not half bad at savory stuff either...i just don’t know what steps to take to make all of it happen. can’t really see it being very easy, y’know?” danny asked the other, a small smile still etched into his features. the woman was sweet, and reassuring. he’s met so many kind people since moving to silvercreek. “do you have connections with people who know business things? i don’t really know anyone personally. it’s something i’d still love to do! but i’m kinda always broke after paying or barely paying my bills.”

“huh? those are great questions! have you ever seen a ghost? because i haven’t so i wouldn’t know what to expect if someone was haunting me.” danny’s gaze was distracted by a pair of people walking by and talking. he only tuned back in to the other man when he spoke again. “always like what?” he was confused by what that question could even mean. “thanks,” danny smiled, proud of himself. he knew he still had it in him. “also kid? do i really look like a kid?”

“if you haunt me would i see you? or just see a shadow figure? hear your voice? you have a nice voice...wouldn’t mind it honestly. you’re easy on the eyes - and i could listen to you talk for hours probably.” danny shrugged slightly, a small grin forming on his face as the man spoke. “that one’s a yellow cake with buttercream icing.” the sub pointed to a cake in the corner of the box. “go ahead and pluck it from the box, i don’t wanna handle your food without gloves.” 

“they’re freebies because i need to know a general consensus if they’re not bad! i haven’t baked in awhile...was kinda down in the dumps and didn’t have the energy to do anything. have you ever felt like that? it sucks - but i found my passion again!” danny explained, nodding eagerly when the other questioned if he could eat them or not. he was practically sitting on the edge of his imaginary seat waiting for a answer, and the one he eventually did receive wasn’t a bad one! “personal cupcake maker, huh? you could really eat enough cupcakes to keep me busy all the time?” danny was grinning ear to ear at this point. guess he didn’t lose his cooking mojo after all. 

daniel was experimenting with his goodies lately. he’s had a lot of extra free time, and just decided it was time to get back into doing something productive with his life. because as much as he wanted to keep doing what he was doing selling his body, one day there wouldn’t be anyone that would want him. he already was aging out of the “twunk” category... well according to someone he used to have as a client. a smile cracked on the sub’s features. “i haven’t baked anything in months. thought maybe i got rusty or something!” danny was over the moon that the woman was enjoying it though. “i’m so happy you like it. seriously boosts my confidence, and maybe some day everyone can enjoy something i make too.”

“i’m hurt that you think a face as pretty as mine could even survive in prison for poisoning someone. surely i’d end up being someone’s bitch or something. prison wife? bitch? that’s what they’re called right?” danny rambled, a amused smile resting on his features as the other took a chocolate one from the box. “yeah, yeah okay fine! but it’s not even cheat day - i guess one bite of one won’t kill me.” danny sighed dramatically, pulling a yellow cupcake with strawberry frosting from the box - he removed the liner from the bottom, and took a decently sized bite. “see? i definitely wouldn’t have just poisoned myself.”

“could you tell me what you think of these? “ danny extended his hand out towards the other who was passing by. in his hand was a box of cupcakes - and when he saw the look on the persons face he realized this probably wasn’t normal. “they’re not poisoned or anything. i baked them. i’m trying to get opinions on what needs work, or if there’s potential to you know... make a career out of it.” danny explained, eyes shifting down towards the box. “there’s yellow, and chocolate. some are whipped icing, and others are buttercream.”

“oh man! i am always losing that! i actually just got that back, someone plucked it from my pocket the other night. had to have it traced down and everything.” danny patted his pockets, and the phone was indeed gone. must’ve fallen out when he got up to head back home. he always came to the beach to get some sun, and have a stress free day. “thanks, man, seriously. i do not have close to enough money to cover getting another one.” danny smiled at the guy, taking his phone back and slipping it back into his pocket. “is there any way i can repay you?you know, for finding my phone and not running off with it to the pawnshop?” he chuckled.