Karma was nervous.
It was his first date with Harrow, and he was already anxious about buying the right kind of chocolates for the bun he loved the most. He knew that Harrow wasn't allergic to anything, but was there anything that he didn't like? He wanted to surprise him, get him something special to show him that he was the most amazing thing in Hell.
Even if others didn't see it.
Pursing his lips together, Karma stepped forward to the counter to order, face practically...