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“Well, you clearly haven’t been paying enough attention.”

"Yeah, you're probably right about that." He laughed, nudging her playfully.

“My memory’s not that good.”

"I'm pretty sure it is, Jess. I can't even remember what I had for breakfast."

“Oh we did, I suppose.” She smirked back. “But fun enough to do it again?”

"For some reason, I'm getting the idea that the right answer here is no." He ventured with a single chuckle, tilting his head as he looked at her. "Although whatever your reason is, it's not that it wasn't fun."

Charlie smiled at the guy, “Yep, all mine. Took months but its good to finally see all of my hard work come through.” she explained. “All of the recipes are family recipes or popular ones.” 

"I'm sure." He agreed easily, smiling as she spoke. He liked her. "There's something incredibly attractive about an independent woman." Jackson mused, smiling fleetingly at her before biting his bottom lip. "So do you cook, or is it just baking?"

“I guess I should just forget I agreed to do this then.”

"No, see, you're not believable. You remember everything, you set the bar way too high."

“You’re my boyfriend’s twin brother. We’re practically family. It comes with the territory.”

"Ok, I've seen you with your brother, and now you're just lying to me." He laughed.

Charlie raised an eyebrow at him and shrugged. “Okay, coming right up.” She quickly made made the tea and placed it in front of him. “Shouldn’t be too long on the cupcake, its in the oven.” She said. “Im Charlie, This is my place.” She said proudly. 

"Your place?" He asked, nodding as he glanced around. "Color me impressed. It's beautiful." Jackson had assumed she just worked here when he saw her behind the counter. Taking a sip of his tea, he sighed appreciatively. "God, that's good."

“You do for me, your absolutiestbestest friend. I’ll fight whoever else wants this place.” She smiled back at Jackson. “I’m gonna eat this cake, so maybe a little bit of water? I would be ever so grateful.”

Sighing heavily, he turned on his heel, going back the way he came and getting her a glass of water. Anyone else he'd tell to go scratch, but Aaliyah always seemed to get what she wanted from him. "Your wish is my command." He smirked, bowing as she took the drink.

Liyah took Jackson’s arm happily and held up two fingers. “Size eight for me.” She said, trying to ignore Jackson’s comment. “I’ll make Claire do it, she’s the mediwitch.” She said. Liyah followed him to the bench, sitting next to him as she easily slid on her skates. “It’s not that hard, Jackson. You make it look like rocket science.”

"If I wanted your wife to do it, I'd have asked her." He said simply, rolling his eyes. He pulled on the laces hard as he fit his feet in, eyeing her sidelong. "I've never done this before, cut me some slack."

“A double? Anyone might think you’re trying to get me drunk.”

"Who cares what anyone thinks?" He asked, voice low and velvety smooth as he leaned in closer to her.

Charlie blushed bright red and smiled. “Um I love the red velvet cupcakes. And the Peppermint tea. It pairs well together.” She said fumbling over her words. She wasn’t used to men flirting with her outright, she was used to her flirting going unnoticed. 

"Sold." He said almost instantly, not really caring what she brought him either way. "If you like it, I'm sure I'll like it. I trust you." Jackson grinned, closing the menu and folding his arms over it, leaning toward her across the counter. "Jackson, by the way."

“Sure I was,” Jess laughed.

"Why do you insist on hurting me so?" He asked, his hand over his chest as if physically injured.

“Maybe you should retire before you lose your memory completely.”

"Where's the fun in that?" He asked cheekily, grinning. "If you don't remember it didn't happen, seems perfect to me."

“Yeah, fine. Let’s go.” Liyah tried to play it cool, but she was excited. She wanted to go skating. “I’ll show you the ropes.”

"Awesome." He breathed, offering her his arm before taking off toward the little counter where they were renting ice skates. "If I get an ice rash on my ass, you're healing it for me. Just saying." He laughed, winking at the girl who handed him a pair of skates before sitting to try and wrangle them onto his feet.

“Oh, just tonight?”

"Every night. Always." He laughed, nudging her playfully as he smiled.