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Everyone thinks it’s pretty funny, though. It provides a lot of entertainment, and someone records it and puts it up on the net, and Mack just comes up and gives him the most casual one-armed hug when it’s done. ‘Just funny, man, relax. I’m getting the message, give me a little more time,’ is what he says, and it’s hard to understand, to digest. It’s all he gets in explanation, anyhow, because Mack abandons him at that point, and heads for the craft table, where he begins to work his way through a lot more cake than his usual single caramel-dark-choc, and mainlines the coffee too. And that’s all the notice he gets out of Mack. All the rest of the cast and crew seem barely to notice the lack of contact beyond the initial display. Or how dejected Mack is, beyond the overt good humour and teasing.

Caspar isn’t sure. Is that really dejection? Is he responsible, or is that vanity? (He might have been guilty of vanity, at certain points over the last weeks. He’ll own it.)

Sara comes up behind him, and slings her arms around his neck, drags him in, in what looks like quite a friendly embrace. It’s not as friendly as all that, not as friendly as it looks, and that’s what he finds out for himself. ‘You’ve let this go on for way too long,’ she says in his ear. It’s not a soft murmur, not friendly or kind. She makes it sharp.

And that’s all she gives him, because she doesn’t even linger long enough for him to argue. Across the set he spots Sam, too. Who just shakes his head, then disappears. Sam doesn’t come over – seemingly doesn’t even want to talk to him, and that’s coming down from a point of them dating, making out even a little, to colluding and conspiring and Sam manoeuvring him into a courtship he had no readiness for. Now Sam’s mad at him – is he? – and he can’t quite account for how he’s let it get this far. Along a route where he doesn’t have a map, or know how to get back to where they were days and weeks ago.

***

Mack’s still texting him, still calling him. Still flirting, in a mechanical way, still pursuing him even. It just seems all a little done by rote, without passion or light-heartedness or actual feeling behind it. Rather as if Mack has come around to changing his mind, without notifying his super-ego to modify his behaviour, to abandon a gentle pursuit that hasn’t borne fruit.

And Caspar can’t help but wonder if he’s been silly enough to leave it too late. But if so, then there’s nothing to be done about it. He gets on with the things he needs to get on with, and he tries not to fret. He has plenty to occupy his mind. But it’s amazing just how much it does hinder his free thought, and unclouded action. Especially since, superficially at least, nothing has changed. Mack is still pursuing him just the same. Except it’s not at all the same. In everything except technical details, it feels entirely different, a game and a casual, perfunctory run-through, not a real felt wish and desire.

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Except he doesn’t want to do that, and he’s honest enough with himself that there are no prevarications about it whatsoever. He doesn’t want to, and that’s simply that. No, he wants to leave things as they are just a little while longer, and enjoy being courted that little time extra, and get this damn party arranged properly. And then, maybe… almost certainly…

Provided Mack is still interested by that time, of course. Suddenly he isn’t quite as certain of that outcome as he was only half a day ago.

***

But he gets some kind of a hint the next day, when he gets the job of delivering the usual Honey Bunny delivery to the show’s set. Because they’re a little short-staffed, and Millie and Horace both have some variant of flu, and – yes – if he’s honest, because he wants a chance to catch up with Mack, a little bit. Or at least to exchange hiya’s and chit-chat a very little, eyeball him and judge if Mack has begun to lose interest in him on the basis of getting damn-all encouragement.

Yes, he wants it both ways. Doesn’t everyone?

He gets a damn sight more than he bargained for, when Sara yanks him into the break room once he’s made his delivery, snickering. And he gets serenaded, by some highly incompetent version of a barbershop quartet, with renditions of doowop tunes that are as loaded with sugar as any cupcake. Including a re-written lyric going thus:-

Caspar honey won’t you let me

Sweeten your coffee what do you bet me?

And Mack slides to his knees in front of Caspar as he sings it, and it’s silly and sweet, and clearly mostly a joke, because everyone on set now knows that Mack likes Caspar. His eyes don’t look so very amused, though. They look a little bit hurt and sad. They look like Mack has given up on getting Caspar to take him seriously, and has decided to just treat the whole thing as a joke himself. Which isn’t exactly – or indeed, not remotely – quite what Caspar has wanted. He only wanted a little more time, and to be chased after a little more earnestly and hopelessly.

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Caspar doesn’t know exactly what to say to that, so he just avoids answering altogether. He only reminds Mack that the party is at the end of the week, and that he’ll be the one delivering the blown sugar cottages the next day. Then he rings off, vague and hurried, but not as hurried as he’s pretending to be, like any coward.

Then he sits and thinks for a while, lounging on his own bed and cuddling furry!Mack, about what exactly an honest answer to that question of Mack’s would have been. He thinks – on carefully assessing the matter – that a flat-out, ‘No, don’t stop,’ would have been the most strictly truthful response he could have managed. Except that it would have been incomplete by itself. For full detail and relevance, it would have required the disclaimer, ‘But you’ll have to keep going for a while. So that I can decide at what point I’m going to give it up, after torturing you and making you work for it.’

Yeah. And he’s been operating on the basis that that’s kind of a reasonable modus operandi, a non-shitty way to behave, with someone who’s something of a friend as well as a client. At least, it is, after Mack has been kind of entitled about Caspar’s company and person and affections (and attentions), and maybe hasn’t given him at all points the full respect and esteem he knows (at least at this point in his life) that he deserves.

Except, now when he explicitly states his intent to himself, even if not out loud, even with only furry!Mack listening, it doesn’t sound so good.

Maybe he should give Mack a break, invite him over. Except he’s still working on the party, and if it doesn’t go well, or there’s bad feeling – or if Mack drops him like a hot potato, although he’s kind of got over that phobia and fear at this point – then that will make finishing off the project and getting it done, adding to the healthy bottom line of Honey Bunny’s and creating something that’s a credit to their reputation and will bring in further business – well, it’s probably not a good idea. Not just yet.

Alternatively, of course, he could tell Mack that yes, he’s just an annoyance, that it’s no go, and to stop bothering him with unwanted advances and jokey romantic gestures. (They’re not so very much of a joke. It’s not as if Caspar can’t work that one out for himself at this point.)

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***

And for his next trick, Mack begins a volley of cards, and letters, and missives in general. Not emails, and not e-cards, oh no. No, it is very charmingly old-fashioned, his outpouring of words and jokes and smarmy terrible lines, all the ways he’s wooing Caspar now in a literary fashion. (Caspar is cynical enough to wonder if he’s outsourcing the writing to third parties, because frankly, there are a lot of pages involved, and it’s a lot of writing for a guy with a theoretical full-time profession, an agent, a shooting schedule and a promotion schedule into the bargain. But no. He decides the jokes are too terrible for anyone else to take responsibility for them. If they were bought and paid for, then they would be better. This is, after all, the guy who’s bought him cuddly teddies and panthers, and given them names, and asks Caspar if he sets them on his bed to cuddle. (And is outraged to be informed that they live on the couch, and substitute for cushions if Sam or Sara steal his favourite spot.)

Mack hasn’t been invited to Caspar’s apartment yet. He is hinting, a lot, at this point. But no.

The letters and cards include poetry. The poetry is worse than the jokes, although Caspar wouldn’t have credited it without the evidence of his own eyes. A couple of exceptionally notable lines are, ‘let me clear the cloud of fear / and watch as I protect your rear‘. Caspar breaks a rule to make a non-business call to Mack, simply to pass on his appreciation of their terrible genius, tears bedewing his eyes. Mack audibly preens, and Caspar thinks he’s taken Caspar’s congratulations on his poetic genius a little too much to heart. He cuts the call short, but still gets a series of warmly affectionate texts – in rhyming couplets – before he goes to bed.

***

Maybe he shouldn’t be softening up, but he is. Maybe it’s because of just how endearingly terrible Mack is at courtship, in some ways. The cards he sends are often the mass-market ones with teddy bears and love-hearts on them, huge and satiny and plush and blatant, rather than something subtle and classy. Unfortunately, or not, as Caspar can’t quite decide, it’s getting towards February, and then it is February, and then it’s Valentine’s. And then Mack goes into full hearts and flowers, cards and candy and romance mode. The bakery staff enjoy it thoroughly, and so do Sam and Sara. Caspar thinks he gets enough of a sugar overload from cupcake snacks and break-times, for all he tries to exhibit some restraint. Add in a chocolate overdose, and he’s looking at Type II diabetes before he hits forty.

When Caspar calls him to beg him for mercy, to ask him to call off the chocolate avalanche, Mack is uncharacteristically quiet, subdued. It’s not like him, and it’s difficult even to get a response out of him, for some moments. ‘I don’t know what to do any more,’ he says, and it’s quiet enough that there’s no way Caspar can take it as any kind of a joke. It’s clear enough that he can’t pretend he didn’t hear it, either. ‘I’ll stop if it’s bothering you. It was meant to amuse you. You know, as well as get you to come around. Am I annoying you altogether? I’ll stop if it’s just an annoyance at this point.’

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Technically most of Mack’s calls and texts are about the party, still. (Or they begin that way.) The brushing into each other, the casual encounters at the apartment, are strictly business. (That’s the original justification, anyway. Mack seems to be always at the apartment, lately, every day. Isn’t he shooting the show at all? He surely seems to be getting a lot of free time.) And he’s not working either Sara or Sam hard enough, because they barely ever get to be the ones to pick up his coffee and cake for him. Although the bakery is getting an awful lot of custom, from Mack personally and from the cast and crew of the show in general, so Caspar shouldn’t complain. It’s not half the time or most of the time that Honey Bunny’s is patronised by them any more. It’s practically all the time, pretty much.

Suspicious, isn’t it?

Not that his two buddies and contacts are missing from the scene, no, not at all, not so much. He isn’t so lucky as to have got rid of them entirely, Caspar thinks despairingly. Because of course they congratulate themselves on manoeuvring Mack into a place where he’s acting like Caspar is a prize to be won, not a casual hook-up that was always going to be offered on a plate. (They don’t put it like this. But Caspar is kind of thinking like this.) Not that either of them, and certainly Sara, will admit to any machinations at all.

Partially because Caspar would run around after them waving a meat-chopper if they did, if they admitted it. Well, maybe. He would want to, he would talk about doing it, in any case.

They expect continual updates, continual entertainment, a constant updating and reporting of the latest events in the Mack-pursues-Caspar saga. The calls and texts and dragging him out for beers and the latest story, it never ends.

If he’s not careful, Sara will be writing a treatment and getting a screenplay optioned based on these last few weeks and months. A sweet little rom-com, perhaps with the genders of the participants tinkered with a little bit.

And if she does that, he might have to re-think the whole meat-chopper idea.

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It’s probably meant to be hurtful. But Caspar almost comes around to Adam, by the time he and Sandy have finished falling around the back room sniggering and reading it out aloud to each other, not quite loud enough to be heard out front. (He hopes.) Then he splodges some coffee icing on doughnuts without any of his usual care and attention. Sandy malevolently points out that a few have come out as mis-shapes, put to one side for staff snack-breaks and lunch. One is definitely – once she points it out – butt-shaped, two doughnuts merged in the hot oil into one. (It could be a heart, if you turned it upside down. But that’s Sandy for you.)

And – with a lot of prodding and giggling from Sandy, and he has to blame her because it’s totally her idea and her egging him on into it – he glazes the misshape, and takes his icing nozzle, fills it with pink royal sugar-paste. And he delivers his own message right back at Adam. ‘Mack seems to like it fine!’ He and Sandy look at the end result critically, and Sandy notes, ‘Should have made the glaze pink too.’

‘I think it gets the message across,’ Caspar decides. They package it up along with the rest of Adam’s order, and Sandy exits, snickering.

***

It’s not as if Mack quits with prodding and texting and slyly turning up to ambush Caspar, in between courtship gambits. (And Caspar is beginning to accept that that is what’s going on. He’s thinking of beginning to treat it as an Olympic event, and maybe marking each tactic and opening volley with a score out of ten. Maybe it would get Mack to up his game. Because Caspar isn’t impressed, yet. Or he isn’t impressed enough, yet.

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Caspar is still laughing when he gets in his car to go home.

***

He quite thinks he’s seen the last of Adam, of course, and he isn’t one bit sorry about that. But not quite. There are two more incidents where he stumbles across Adam’s path, and both are a little bit enlightening. In the first – two days after Caspar has avoided having dinner with Mack at the apartment – Adam once again pollutes the lovely and well-ordered environs of Caspar’s business. Fortunately he’s in the back – making the dough for the sweet rolls – when the asshole decides to make his appearance. But Caspar’s staff know him pretty well by now, and they know plenty, plenty more than anyone should have to, about Adam too. They know enough to warn him – discreetly – about Adam’s presence in the store. And enough, too, to disclaim any knowledge of his presence on the premises, when Adam begins to make loud unsubtle hints about their ‘manager’, ‘co-worker’, the ‘guy with the weird eyes’, and finally, ‘Caspar. I suppose his name is Caspar.’

Caspar doesn’t go out to greet or speak to him – not because he’s afraid of the idiot, but because it’s amusing to frustrate him in his attempts to lure Caspar out, presumably to hurl abuse and accusations. He only stands and snickers behind the bake-room door, invisible, as Adam reluctantly buys a minimal quantity of cakes, then stands indecisively at the counter, holding up the queue. ‘Is there anything else I can get you, sir?’ Sandy asks, loud and polite. She detests Adam, by reputation. Caspar has been indiscreet, has told her more than he should.

Mumbling sulkily, Adam orders more doughnuts, and asks for the coffee glaze icing that they’ve run out of on display temporarily. (Deliberately, of course. Never nothing if not knowingly an asshole, Adam.) And while she goes in back to put in the request for more, he slips her a note. ‘And can you pass that on to your… Caspar? When you get the opportunity?’ It’s less dry, and more blatantly sarcastic, but Sandy only gives him a synthetically sweet smile.

‘Certainly, sir!’

Once in back she rolls her eyes at Caspar, and chucks the bit of paper at him. ‘What a loser,’ she murmurs, quiet. ‘What does it say?’

Caspar contemplates just lobbing the note into one of the great ovens, letting it burn up and never bothering his head with the utter rubbish that must surely come out of Adam’s. But who is capable of doing that sort of thing, confronted with a rival’s malice, really? It says, ‘Fine, you win, service staff. For as long as it lasts. He has a thing for slumming, but his family are not going to accept you. But stick with the pink, it does things for your ass. It needs all the help it can get.’

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