@unebellamort || TAYLOR ;;
“we meet again.” he’s leaned against her doorframe as she opens the door, holding up the box in his hands as his reason for showing up unannounced. “i’m starting to think your fan might be more of a stalker.” jd’s voice is a low rumble, amused by the entire situation as he’s bringing yet another purchased gift from beau’s bakery to taylor for delivery. this is the third one in as many weeks from a secret admirer.
flipping his hair from his face - his hands are full, and he’s not about to risk dropping this shit, not when he’s made it all the way here without incident, a feat considering he’s just got the bike - jd moves past her to set the box on the counter. “sign this.” he whips out the order receipt, holding it out for her to take.
“can you get a restraining order against cupcakes?” opening the box - don’t mind if i do - jd plucks one of the cupcakes, halloween themed this time, and chocolate, out to reward himself for a job finished, maybe not well-done but at least halfway decent. “mm, at least they have good taste, i guess. coulda got a gluten-free stalker.”