22 - Feeding the ducks

                                    

                                          

Y/n's POV
I walked down to the lake with a loaf of freshly baked bread, wrapped in a bag, in my arm. I recently got into a hobby of baking but since I'm bored of eating bread- I decided today that I'll feed the ducks or some birds.. anything I find really.
I lowered myself and crouched next to a pond, ducks and swans floated opposite me. They all looked so cool, but I think they'd all come running at me if I can't throw the bread far enough..
I threw a decently sized piece into the lake, but it was too close to me that the birds started chasing. Of course, I escaped and hid behind a bench..
"Y/n?" I heard a voice behind me.
I turned around and saw C/n, also with bread in their hand. But rather, theirs looked store bought.
"Oohhh hey C/n, didn't know you came here" I tried to play cool - which you bet worked like a boss. We exchanged knowing smiles as they sat by me and decided to feed the ducks as well.
Together, we brought together a small crowd to ducks as well as their babies - bobbing happily in the water after being fed some bread.
The ducks honked at us to signal their hunger had been ceised, and proceeded to kick their little duck feet and swim away.
C/n and I stood and made our way to a beautiful bench in this park, situated by the lake and had a beautiful view of the sun that was due to set in about an hour or so. We still had parts of our loafs so we started opening the bags to eat them.
"Hey Y/n, I live a few minutes away if you want to cut our loafs and put butter, jam or whatever else you might like on the loafs? It's alright if not" C/n told me, pointing in the direction of their house. 
"That'd be amazing, I'd love to come over" I replied without hesitation. I was visibly excited and This in turn caused C/n to give a small laugh behind their toothy smile. I'm not sure if I misheard but I swear I heard the word "cute" in their somewhere..
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After C/n opened the door for me to come in their house, they led me to the kitchen as we places our loafs down. C/n grabbing a bread knife and me - looking for fav/spread. 
We (toasted first if you want :)) spread our desired toppings onto our loafs and at by the kitchen island.
"Where did you get your loaf?" I had asked C/n, their loaf was definitely store bought but I was not sure as to where. I was curious as the ducks ate more of their's than mine.
"I bought it from this bakery a few minutes by the lake, the opposite way from my house. If you'd like, we can go there together and try other pastries?" C/n responded. The question seemed like they were asking me out on a date so I nodded and smiled. 
"Oh and since you asked me, where did you get your loaf?"
"I actually made it myself, I've found a recent liking to baking so I wanted to test feed the ducks before I tried some myself. Since they loved it I'm glad it turned out well!" I responded. I had recently found a bakery cookbook in a charity shop a few days prior - with recipes ranging from pies to madeleines and even varying flavours of cake. 
We talked more about baking and I learnt that C/n wanted to learn to bake too.
"I'm free after school almost every day if you ever wanted to come over mine and bake with me? I'm still learning too so we can learn together" I told them.
"Sure, where do you live?" C/n has asked me.
"I live in the house above the bakery, my parents own it."