It always ends

two

Harper

I prepared lots of batches of different pastries and served many customers.

The hours passed by and people came and went.

"Have a nice day!" I told Henry, a regular customer as I handed him his usual coffee.

"Thank you." He smiled and exited the store.

I felt my phone vibrate and took it out of my pocket. I looked at the screen and picked up.

"Miss Harper, we're waiting out back for you." My delivery lady informed me.

Every other thursday, I get more books.

"I'll be there in a minute." I ended the call and headed out back.

She stood there by the truck and handed me a clipboard. I signed the paper and helped her bring everything inside the store.

"Thank you!" She nodded and left.

I spent the hours restocking and reorganizing the shelves.

I sold all genres but romance and poetry sold out the most.

I wiped my hands on my apron and fixed my hair into a low messy bun.

I put on my glasses and took out the notepad and pen I carried around in the pocket of my apron and began checking off which books were on the shelves then took note of that.

I went over to the cashier as Nora needed to take her break.

It was now seven and the store was empty as it was almost time to close.

I made many sales throughout the day. I honestly really enjoyed my job. All the hard work really paid off.

I went over to the front and flipped the sign to 'close'.

I dusted the shelves and swept the floor. And as I was busy cleaning the tables, the door bell chimed and someone stepped inside.

I looked up and my eyes locked into the familiar dead ones I love so much. A look of confusion crossed over my features.

"Downtown books and tea?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

Why does he have to be so hot?

"We're closed."

His lips lifted into a smirk as he approached me. I took a step back, hoping he'd get the hint by looking at the distance between us.

He disregarded that and I noticed he was holding something behind his back. His expression didn't falter, meaning either he didn't take the hint or he just didn't care.

"It's a nice place."

I smiled softly, "Thank you."

I continued cleaning the last of the tables.

"You know, I could have someone do that for you."

I shook my head, "I can do it myself just fine."

He shrugged nonchalantly and held out a take out bag of...sushi-from the sushi place a block away, I recognized the logo. And in addition to that, a bouquet of flowers, my favourite ones.

He still remembered the little things about me.

My heart skipped a beat and I tilted my head slightly, a surprised look replaced my frown.

"For you Hermosa." I felt a light tingle of my cheeks.

"Since when do you speak Spanish?"