"Just so we're clear, cookies are not pastries. So, wash your mouth out with soap for that blasphemy. Actually don't because if I did decide to kiss you then I don't want to taste soap," Keira snapped back cheerily. Keira stepped up to the glass counter, bending over so she can check out all the goodies. "Eyes on the prize Cooper."

Smiling as he talks about frosting, Keira slowly stood up before grinning at him. "You're a fan of frosting, I'm not even sure if that is innuendo or just your general love the thing. I'll take a box of macaroons, if you haven't had them then you're in for a treat."