Lucifer

You arrived at the hotel a while ago, Charlie developed enormous trust with you and in reality everyone in the hotel trusted you and some knew that they could cry on your shoulder and vent quietly. Lucifer met you and couldn't have been happier.

You were the most beautiful and brilliant person he had ever met, you seemed to light up the room every time he entered, and your beautiful eyes forced him to stare at you almost all the time. You and him had a good relationship, he appreciated the care and affection you had for Charlie and he liked seeing that she felt so safe by your side.

But in reality, he had never taken the big step of actually talking to you. Sometimes he would greet you, stand next to you or admire you from afar.

He preferred to act anonymously.

You began to receive small boxes at the door of your room with desserts, sometimes cookies arrived, other times candy apples arrived, and other times cupcakes decorated with ducklings arrived. Yes, Lucifer, he had to admit, he had tried very hard to at least give you nice details.

In the candy there was also a small note, talking about how pretty you looked that day, or how much that anonymous guy wanted to talk to you. Obviously Lucifer never revealed his identity, he would be too embarrassed.

And one day, you went down to the kitchen. 6 in the morning, the hotel was quiet. You just wanted a glass of water, but there was Lucifer, in the middle of the hotel kitchen, placing a couple of cinnamon rolls in a little box with that design that you knew very well. He took a small piece of paper and began to write the note that he would put in the box with the cinnamon rolls the cinnamon rolls.

“I hope you enjoy it… no, I hope you like it” He mumbled to himself as he wrote, and when he finished, he seemed to notice your presence. He turned around quickly, seeing you there, standing in front of him. He tried to hide the box behind his back, laughing nervously.

"G-Good morning! why are you awake so early?"