Cupcakes
Pinkie Pie sighed, staring gloomily at the plate of treats before her. The cupcakes looked delicious, iced with soft, creamy pink and coated in crunchy sprinkles. But Pinkie didn’t feel like eating them.
The bakery was dark, the blinds closed to stop light from distracting her while they cooked. Or while she cooked. There was supposed to be another pony, laughing by her side as they whipped up the batch. She’d waited, of course. Pinkie could be a very patient mare when she felt like it. Yet he didn’t show up, even after two hours from when she was supposed to arrive, and Pinkie was left alone to make the cupcakes.
The door suddenly swung upon, the bells jingling wildly as an alert to her. Pinkie Pie’s head shot off the table, greeted by the sight of a very tired Cheese Sandwich, panting heavily.
“Pinkie!” he gasped out when he saw her, taking her by surprise by racing across the room to take her in his arms.
A soft flush, barely noticeably through her pink coat, bloomed on her cheeks at the warm contact of his body. “Cheesy?” she squeaked out in shock.
“Sorry I’m late,” he let her go, leaving a cold emptiness where he had been, making Pinkie long for that contact again. “Those Canterlot folk really needed to loosen up. It took me a while to get them into the spirit.”
Pinkie Pie wasn’t listening to his excuses. She took a small step forwards, wrapping her arms around his neck with a sigh.
“Um, Pinkie?”
“I made cupcakes,” she said in hushed tone, drawing back to take in the red growing on his face. “Just for us. Would you like some?”
Cheese Sandwich nodded stiffly. “O-of course.”
Pinkie giggled, a happy warmth settling in her stomach. “I made them myself because you weren’t here, but we could make more later if you like.”
Cheese gave her a brilliant, genuine smile, which she couldn’t help but return. “I’d love to.”