Calum and Jewels thought the road for them was over. But all it takes it an act of kindess to bring them together again. Part 3 of Birthday Boy.
Calum x Black OC.
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Calum squints, adjusting the dial on his radio to bring the volume down. He reads the sign on the front of the building just to confirm that his GPS hasn’t gotten him lost. Content that it’s the bakery he is looking for, he turns into the shopping center and finds a parking spot. It’s not like Calum expected this to be part of his best man duties but when Crystal mentioned not knowing where to start for the cake, Calum said he had no problem helping out. Michael was just as lost as she was and Calum figured while it was a little out of the way for some of these places, it wouldn’t hurt. So they split up the list that she had narrowed down from and each of them went to scout out the locations.
Calum had been sent out solo but the criteria was strict for him to follow. After consulting with Crystal after each visit, only one had survived so far to the even shorter shortlist. This was his last one and he hoped it was better than the others. Not that he didn’t like them, but they just didn’t feel right. Though it really wouldn’t be his gut feeling that would make the final call. Really, Calum was supposed to go to this one first, since it was the farthest out. But because two of the three being right next to each, he tackled those first.
The rain seemed consistent, having rained for a few days prior as well. Even though it brings Calum down a little, he thinks there’s beauty to this too. The soft patter of it against the roof of his SUV and the way it sounds splashing into the asphalt are sounds that he didn’t get to hear too often. With his head ducked down, he carefully walks through the rain, inhaling the way the grass emits a smell with the weight of the water.
The bell above the door chimes as Calum’s entrance. It smells sweet, which isn’t a shock, but it’s not overly so. It’s like the sweetness is just clinging with the last of its strength to the air in the shop. The soft mint green of the walls is inviting as he glances around quickly. No one sits in the small dining area but there are people lingering at the register. Calum takes a moment to contemplate the menu in front of them, to see if anything happens to tickle his fancy before having to find an employee to run down this script with.
The voice is high and he swears his heart is going to jump out of his chest. “Jewels?”
He hadn’t seen her since her birthday. That was about three and a half months ago. Not that he didn’t have her number still saved and not that he hadn’t drafted text messages to her. And not that she hadn’t texted him once during that. But it wasn’t anything serious, just a quick, hope you’re doing well text message. He responded in the same, but it wasn’t clear where things stood. Calum didn’t want to push any boundaries or try to make something that wasn’t there.