DARLING?!

Garret's neck and ears grew so hot that he was quite sure they were burning a solid red at this point. His freckles probably looked like pale dots compared to the blush that had spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. She was- he was- she was coming up to the wrong conclusions, and he really couldn't blame her. He was a great guy, after all, and she already had feelings for him before.

But it looked like his baking for her, and being nice had pushed all her feelings out in the open and now... now he didn't know what the hell to do with them.

Just as he opened his mouth to stutter some sort of explanation, some excuse as to why he couldn't return her feelings, a sound interrupted the silent bustle of the kitchen.

DING.

Saved by the bell, "Cake's done!"