Love On Delivery

Chapter Six: Something Like Love Episode

The shawarma date turned into a movie night.

The movie night turned into game night.

And game night… turned into Zara falling asleep with her head on Dami’s shoulder, mouth slightly open, a popcorn kernel stuck to her hoodie, and zero shame.

In just a few days, everything between them had shifted—from random delivery guy and suspicious cupcake girl to… something else.

Not exactly a couple.

Not just friends.

Something... messy and beautiful in between.

By Friday, Zara’s cupcake orders were flying in. Apparently, one sweet i********: post from Nina (with Dami awkwardly holding a tray of cupcakes like a proud husband) was all it took to get half the neighborhood talking.

And ordering.

Zara’s tiny kitchen smelled like vanilla and buttercream, and Dami had unofficially become her assistant—though he insisted on being called “Head of Cupcake Logistics.”

“Hey,” he said, licking the icing off his thumb as he packed boxes. Random question. Have you ever thought of selling these at local cafés?”

Zara shrugged, piping pink roses onto a cake. “I thought about it. But it felt too big. Like something other people do. Not me.”

“Well, maybe now’s the time.”

She paused, then smiled. “You think so?”

“I do. And not just because I want free cupcakes for life.”

She laughed. “Of course you do.”

A knock at the door interrupted them.

It was Zara’s ex. Tayo.

Looking like trouble in denim.

“Zara,” he said with his signature smugness. “I heard you’re back in business." Thought I’d check in. Maybe grab a cupcake. Maybe… dinner.”

Dami stepped beside Zara, casually wiping his hands on a towel. “Sorry, man. We’re all out of dinner. And the only cupcake available tonight is dating the delivery guy.”

Tayo raised a brow. “Dating?”

Zara stepped forward, chin high. “Yes. And I don’t serve leftovers, Tayo.”

His mouth dropped. Dami choked on a laugh.

“Now, if you’ll excuse us,” she added sweetly, “we have orders to finish and a movie to fall asleep halfway through.”

Tayo left, red-faced and muttering.

Zara turned to Dami. “You handled that better than I would have.”

“I have practice. My ex tried to crash my cousin’s wedding once. Long story. Involved a llama.”

Zara blinked. “You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

They both burst out laughing.

And when the laughter faded, Dami reached for her hand.

“No pressure,” he said, “but I really like doing life like this. Messy cupcakes, movie naps, sugar fights... you.”

Zara’s throat tightened. “I’ve spent a long time trying to figure everything out. My career, my heart. I didn’t think someone could just… fit. Like you.”

He grinned. “So, is that a yes to me being your official taste-tester for life?”

She chuckled. “It’s a yes to whatever this is. Even if we don’t have a label yet.”

Dami nodded. “Good. Because I’m also really invested in this cupcake brand now.”

Zara kissed him—soft, quick, and filled with all the things she hadn’t said yet.

And maybe I wouldn’t need to.

Because sometimes, love doesn’t come crashing in with fireworks or romantic speeches.

Sometimes, it arrived in paper boxes, late-night deliveries, shared laughter… and someone who stayed through the mess.