My Name is NOT Cupcake novel Chapter 12

The next morning, I stretched and took a quick shower. I dressed in a pair or baggy gray sweatpants and a loose-fitting black t-shirt. I walked down the curved staircase and into the kitchen. The room was bright with sunlight. Elias was already there with food.

"Morning, sweet cakes," he smiled

"Sweet cakes?" I asked, weirded-out.

"Honey bun?" he tried again.

I shook my head.

"Cupcake?"

"No."

"Sweetheart."

"No."

"Princess."

"No."

"You know I was really gunning for cupcake."

"Stop... just stop," I said in frustration, sitting at the bar. "Nova will suffice, Elias," I said.

"Elias is what everyone else calls me. My family calls me Eli. You can call me that as well," he said, setting a plate down in front of me.

"No," I replied.

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."