Pepper
Kris stood up and turned to Pepper. "...Pepper, I just have one question." Her heart dropped. 'Does he not love me?' she thought. "Why did you run out at the bakery then accept it here? Were you just nervous, or not sure, or...something? I dunno..." She couldn't give him an answer and she wasn't going to lie. She just stayed quiet. "I don't care, I love you too, and that's all that matters." Pepper smiled. She loved the way he said 'I love you too.' Kris walked up to Pepper. "I guess it's a good thing I still kept this." Pepper smiled even harder but in her mind her brain was somewhat melting. 'Was he going to throw it off the side of the cliff?' she thought. Kris slid it onto her finger before kissing her deeply and passionately. She mentally smiled. This time, instead of tasting like smoke, it tasted like mint. It had to be the most amazing moment in her life.
Zaria
Zaria sighed. Still not being able to reach John. She'd just have to go to his house later, after all of this had settled down. She looked out the window and saw Kris and Pepper smiling. She sighed. Zaria was a sucker for happy endings, or in this case, beginnings. She got out of her car. She noticed Mina standing by her car and Alice was there too. She walked over to them. "Hi Mina. Alice," she smiled. Zaria looked back out on Pepper and Kris and sighed again.
John
John's phone buzzed. He looked at it. Zaria, again. He felt his stomach clench. He really had no reason to ignore her, but he did. It was almost, what, two months or three since they'd talked. "Johnny?" called a girl from the back of the store. John walked over to where the voice was coming from. "Johnny!" yelped a girl. She leaped on him and planted a kiss on his lips. "Woah! Daisy, back up," he said, pushing away from her. "Oh come on!" she said making puppy eyes. "You can't tell me you're still hung up on that little s**t!" John felt like someone had just punched him in the stomach. Since they had met he was one hundred percent sure Zaria hadn't been seeing anyone. Well, okay, ninety percent sure. "Don't talk about her like that, Daisy. Get back to work," he said, walking away from her. "And pull up your shirt." John went back behind the counter and stared at his phone. He wanted to call her back, but he couldn't. How was he supposed to explain to her that his mom had tried getting in contact with him and that was why he had stopped seeing her? John didn't think she'd approve of her. He didn't know why, but he cared what his mom thought of him, even if she didn't really care about him. He looked at his phone one more time, turned it off and then turned it face down.