The worst pies in London
It was another evening, one like all the others. Mrs. Lovett was trying to rest after another day of hard work, like usual. She spent the time reading, and daydreaming about Mr. T. of course.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door of her living room.
"Come in!" she said, while she stood up and wondered who could possibly visit her at this hour.
To her surprise Sweeney Todd himself entered her room, looking even paler than usual. Yet she couldn't take her eyes off him. In her opinion the man looked better every day.
He walked into the room without saying a word. His eyes were looking straight into hers for the first time. There was something in them... she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Is something wrong, Mr. T.?" she asked quietly, her knees going week because he was only watching her. Just imagine if...
"Mrs. Lovett," he said, obviously not feeling at ease. "We have to talk."
She nodded to him, urging him to continue.
"There's something I need to tell you."
"I'm listening," she replied, eagerly.
There was something about him, so different… would he finally…
Sweeney Todd walked slowly towards her, and only stopped when their noses were almost touching. He cleared his throat and seemed to choose his words very carefully. Mrs. Lovett's heart beat faster with excitement. Would he really say what she thought what he was about to say, what she had been dreaming of for so long?
"This probably comes as a shock, Mrs. Lovett. I don't want to upset you, but…"
"I'm sure you won't upset me," she said, her heart racing now. "I feel the same way."
She looked at him, expectantly, wanting to pull the three magical words out of his throat, but she could control herself.
"That will make things easier," he sighed, watching her closely all the time. "Because, Mrs. Lovett, I have been here for quit some time, and this feeling grows stronger every day. Now I just have to say what I feel."
She would've kissed him already if he wouldn't have looked so damned serious. So she waited, like she had done all those years, until the opportune moment, when he finally would declare his love to her.
"Mrs. Lovett, I can't deny it anymore, and neither can you. I have thought about it over and over again, and…" he cleared his throat once more, "despite the changed situation, and you know very well what I'm talking about..."
She stepped closer to him, reaching for him, but before she could kiss him, he started to talk again.
"I'm terribly sorry to have to tell you this Mrs. Lovett," he said while he broke the eye contact, "but no matter what you do, your pies will always be the worst in London."