The scent hit first—warm honey, spiced bourbon, and a ghost of cinnamon. Mr. Biggs’s nostrils flared involuntarily. He looked at the cupcake. Then at her. Then back at the cupcake.
He finished the cupcake in three silent bites. Then he looked at Cupcake, and for the first time in thirty years, he said something he never thought he’d say: cupcake and mr biggs
Cupcake didn’t flinch. She opened the box. The scent hit first—warm honey, spiced bourbon, and