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‘the victim was found wearing nothing but a pair of cherry red heels, the authorities believe it to be a-‘

Kinn got startled when a plate filled with freshly baked lemon scones were kept in front of him and threw a confused look at the waitress who just winked before going away to attend the other customers.

He stared at the food contemplatively before noticing something written on the tissue next to it.

Kinn smiled at the note before shooting a skeptical glance towards the counter and was met with one of the most blinding smiles he had ever come across, directed at him. He ducked his head at the eye contact and took a bite of the heavenly smelling delicacy in front of him and suppressed the urge to moan at how good it was. He had been visiting the same bakery for the last 3 years and wondered how in the world had he missed noticing those divine scones and the insanely handsome person baking them, at that.

He avoided looking at the direction of the handsome baker across the counter for the rest of the time he spent in the cafe (he still had some sense of self preservation, thank you very much) and enjoyed the scones, barely managing to focus on his work and desperately trying not to think about the gorgeous scone maker and his smile (it should be a crime to have that smile to be very honest and Kinn was proving to be it's victim at the moment)

Kinn left the bakery a good 45 minutes later, but not before scribbling

on a spare tissue and keeping it on the counter, under the weight of the tip jar.

Kinn had a tiny smile plastered on his face the entire day.

A month and several baked goods later, Pete, Kinn’s best friend at work was hell bent on making him believe that both the baker (or rather, Porsche, as he learnt later) and he had a crush on the other and that he was an idiot for not noticing the ‘tension’ between them.

Kinn huffed in response, and continued working on his report (but not without rolling his eyes at the absurdity of the statement, because why would the insanely attractive baker have a crush on a person such as himself???)

“Kinn stop ignoring me, trust me and make a move before someone else comes and swoops your man away”

Kinn spluttered and huffed again . “He’s not my man or whatever.”

“If you continue playing just good friends with him like this, he really wouldn’t be anymore. You should really focus on building your strategy for the #MakePorscheKinn’sBoyfriend mission. You have my full support. I even have some awesome ideas for our mission”

“Oh really? How did they work on Vegas?”

Pete let out a dramatic gasp at the implication.“Kinn, my friend, you do not have to hurt me like this. I am only trying to help you out here.”

“The only way you can help me is by going through the call log of the black lily case and sorting out the possible leads. Boss expects a full report by the end of the day and I would really hate for you to be unemployed while I bask in the glory of getting promoted.”

With one of the cops in the Phuket precinct being found to have connections to the underworld and working for the mafia, the higher ups had been more cautious, and in turn Tankhun (their boss) had turned stricter with the reports and their case hours. Kinn really didn’t mind though because for him, it was an opportunity to bag the promotion he knew he deserved since he had started working as a cop in that precinct. And he was willing to work harder to prove that he was worthy of it.

“Spoilsport” Pete grumbled, before really starting to work on the report.

Kinn continued sipping his 3rd tea of the day and thought of lemon scones and the culinarian on his mind.

“So? How do you feel about the blueberry ones? Is it a good idea to infuse lemon and blueberry together? I think they might taste good together. Here, I have set some pumpkin spice ones aside for you too. I know you like them.”

Kinn just smiled in response and picked up a pumpkin spice flavored scone, carefully munching on it.

“These are sooo good, Porsche. You make them exactly like my mom did. Too good, really!”

“Oh really? Are you sure you aren’t just flattering me to the way to my heart?” Porsche teased.

“Am I? On the way to your heart, I mean?” Kinn teased back, heart hammering in his chest.

“It might be a possibility” Porsche mumbled, looking red in the face.

“Anyway,” Porsche interjected before Kinn could say anything,“what else did your mom bake for you when you were small?”

“Hmm, plenty of things. She liked to bake her own bread, fresh out of the oven and all, she loved the smell especially. Croissants, pastries, pies, scones, etc etc. My mom would have liked you, Porsche, had she been alive, I’m sure of it.”

“I would sure hope so,” Porsche gave him a wonderful smile, “and what are you doing this weekend? If you don’t already have plans for that family dinner you were talking about the other day, would you care to join me in exploring an art gallery, this Sunday evening?”

“I already told you I have no interest in the family business. I don’t even know why they bother to invite me at this point, but no, I’m not attending it so technically, I am free but it depends on if it is a date or…?”

Porsche rolled his eyes at him fondly, “Do you want it to be?”

“Guess?”

“You should come if you really want to find out,” Porsche winked at him before standing up, “Break’s over. I need to go back to my shift. Meet you on Sunday, look forward to it, okay? I have something to tell you.” He proceeded to take his hand and kissed it before going back into the kitchen.

Kinn couldn’t wait for Sunday to arrive.

Kinn had been waiting outside the vintage car museum where Porsche had asked to meet up for more than an hour already and now he was starting to get worried. He had tried calling him multiple times, but none of his calls were going through.

Was Porsche okay? Had he bailed on him? Thought he was not worth it? What if he got in an accident on his way?

He had so many questions, but no Porsche to answer them.

He waited for another 2 hours before going to the bakery, where the waitress, Pa, told him Porsche had resigned 3 days ago.

A day after he asked him out, Kinn thought devastatingly. When he couldn’t bear the look of pity in Pa’s eyes, he walked out of the store and onto the way home, wondering whether it had been a dream, all this while.

Kinn had been so groggy and out of it the next day (because of both, the heartbreak and not being able to sleep the night before) that he barely registered when Tankhun was in front of them, singing praises about someone, a detective of some sorts, when he heard Pete letting out an indignant squeak.

“What? What do you mean by that? You had all of ours’ background checked? Don’t you trust us enough to not do that?” Pete sounded hurt and Kinn would relate, if he wasn’t already feeling so depressed.

“Pete, you know I trust you all, the higher ups asked for the background checks of all the officers, especially considering” his boss glanced at him, “Kinn’s background, no offense, you know I trust you, right? It was out of my hands. But on the brighter side, all my officers have been proven to be loyal to the office. Now no one can raise their hand against you all.”

“I understand. None taken. I know you trust us.” Kinn tried to reassure his boss. He knew Tankhun thought of them as a family, even if he was harsh at times. The post he was at, needed for him to be that.

“Thank you for understanding, Kinn,” Tankhun smiled at him before clasping his hands in excitement, “now onto other pressing matters, I would like to introduce you to the man of the moment.”

Kinn saw Pete scoff on his side and honestly? He could relate.

Damn detectives getting themselves involved in matters that did not concern them, wanting to solve any and everything, thinking that they are better than them cops (who, mind you, have undergone years of training to be where they are today)

“Detective Porsche Pachara Kittisawat, welcome on board, we are thrilled to have you!”

Kinn’s head snapped up at that, blood draining from his face at the sight of the man that greeted him.

"What the fuck?"