A little sweet for the sour

“Oh well. We’ll save some for her then. Could be a nice lunch,” he said as he undressed from his warm outwear.
He chuckled at her answer and nodded, “Sweet. That’s just what I wanted to hear,” he said with a bright smile. He was in a very chippy mood for once, but he would admit that he woke up this morning feeling pretty good - Which was something he just embraced. Her tease made him look at her with a competetive look. “I accept the challenge,” he just said before finding two bowls. “I’ll make.... one half of the pancakes. You’ll make the other.... and then...” he spoke as he found some more things they needed, handing her one of the bowls, “... I guess we’ll see who made the best,” he finished, flashing his teeth in a charming smile before turning to his bowl. He made a subtle “ta-ta-ta-tah,” noise as he made sure he had everything that he would need.
“What makes a girl sleep in on a tuesday? Your day off?” He asked quite interested. Nelinha had mentioned Kassia working here in the southern part and Daniel just sort of noted it when he thought about how tough it could be working in this district. It surely wasnt as hectic as the western was with it’s parties, but this was the place for criminal activity, even if it was miniscule.

“For me, it would have beeeen.... back when I was 18. I was head over heels for this girl.... but she ended up dumping me for this other guy who she went to school with. Quite a bummer,” he said with a soft chuckle at the end, but clearly it wasnt something that was bothering him anymore.
He raised his eyebrow when she had asked for blueberries but it didnt seem that they had been for her. “In the batter?” He asked with a slight frown like he wasnt sure what to really feel about it. He looked concerned for a moment but despite her answer, he would smile and shake his head. He didnt find it as weird as he found it interesting. But when she said she hadnt had mango, he gasped softly and looked at her rather shocked. He kept his expression still as he grabbed a bag and lifted up a mango with another gasp, “It’s your lucky day,” he said before he burst out laughing in a heartily manner. But his excitement died when she mentioned peaches, making him place down the bag, “I aint got no peaches though,” he admitted in defeat, returning to his batter with a deepset sigh.
Hearing her mix in the chocolate chips drew his attention and he smiled a warm smile. “I’m a boring man. I’m the boss of a construction firm. You know, building houses, malls, all that,” he explained. He had never gotten the opportunity to go to school, but he had always been good with his hands which had been nothing but a help for him the last 8 years of his life. “I wasnt supposed to be promoted, so I guess it’s luck. I choose my own hours and attend meetings and plan hours for my employees,” he explained, finishing his batter as he looked at hers. The chocolate chips made him scoff. “Is that the secret to your best pancakes?” He asked, like he wasnt trying to seem impressed.

He was a little surprised when she grabbed his hands because usually he’d feel someone’s emotion right away but with her he felt nothing at all. It was actually a little comforting, because he felt like this was how normal people interacted - None of that; Let me scan your emotions and figure out exactly how you feel without you telling me. Her words made him chuckle as he shook his head, “You’re in for a treat. Feel it. It’s soft, so it’s going to be juicy and super sweet,” he warned her with a smile. He found it interesting how mangos could change so much if they werent ripe enough. A hard mango could almost bear a bitter taste to it, while a soft one was generous on the citrus and sweetness in a perfect mix.
He wasnt too set on discussing his work, so he kept that simple and informative. When she called it honest work, he shrugged. It hadnt always been for him. He rather wanted to focus on how strange he found the chocolate chips. Her warning just made him laugh as he looked down into his batter, “Dont know if I’m ready for such a commitment. I’m still young and full of life!” he played along, sending her a soft smile.
He inspected his pan before placing it on the stove, with just a small amount of butter. He chuckled when she seemed impatient, “Oh so you’ve figured out the secret of death staring butter to a melting point?” He asked teasingly, poking her gently with his elbow before minding his own pan. He pushed the cold butter around, watching it slowly melt till it liquified completely.
He poured carefully, not wanting the pancakes to be too thick. He liked those thin tasty pancakes where he could roll them around the fruits or icecream. Oh shit, he widened his eyes when he remembered, “The icecream!” He exclaimed, searching through the bags to pull out a soft tub of vanilla icecream. He made a deepset groan in defeat and felt like a complete idiot. “I had completely forgotten...” he said as he started to snicker instead of getting angry about it. It was just icecream afterall.