-TO BE TAKEN DOWN-
Katy Thomas is best known for her booming bakery shop, Katy Cakes, that has desserts as sweet as she.
Her new neighbor, Gage Rivers, is best known for being bitter and closed off from others.
The only thing they really have in com...
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Nine in the morning. That's the time Katy told me to arrive at the shop. I've never been up before eleven so to say I was a bit off this morning was an understatement. I nearly fell asleep in the shower twice, but I knew that it would look bad if I arrived late on my first day.
At first, I wasn't sure why I accepted the job offer. I mean, yeah I like to bake whenever I get the chance, but I've never seen it as more than a hobby. Short-stack, on the other hand, thought I was hiding some mystical talent when I made those cookies. When she offered the position my gut told me to refuse; I had enough going on as it is. But then an idea started to form when she talked figures. If what she says is true and she can pay me the amount promised, I might be able to have extra income.
Of course, I have always known trying to make a living off of less than half the earnings at a match would be unrealistic, but for a while, I figured I could fool myself. Now, I might not have to anymore. Sure it was odd and I bet my left-hand nobody would take me seriously as a baker. Hell, even I don't (and Jason is going to have a field day with this). But it's not about that, it's about trying to survive off of something besides Lucky Charms and bologna for dinner every night. It's about paying rent on time for once. And it's about trying to be something other than the Sparrow's toy. I took this position so I can feel . . . normal.
Plus, short-stack was kind of cute.
Not that anything would ever happen. She's far from my type anyway, but I would be lying if I said she's not noticeable. She's definitely not the worst looking boss I've ever had, that's for sure. So that added little bonus made it a lot easier to accept.
Which is why at 8:55 am I find myself parking in the bakery parking next to a tiny red car that looks like a beetle. Five minutes to spare; Jason would be proud.
As I shut my door I took a second to notice the outside of the bakery. Only then did I realize I've passed this place multiple times on my way to matches but I never got the chance to fully take it in. Especially during the day.
The small, white bakery looked like it might have once been a house that belonged to a family. It even had a front porch now occupied with small round tables and chairs. A large pink sign that read 'Katy Cakes' hung down in front of the place along with bright colored flowers around it. Three large windows gave a preview of the goodies inside on display and waiting to be bought.
Even if I didn't know Katy well, I had to admit this place looked exactly like what I would expect from her. Small, bright, and cheerful.
Everything that I am not.
When I walked through the front door, the sweet smell of fresh baked goods hit me so hard I hardly heard the bell ring. Cinnamon, bread, chocolate, and honey all blended together in a mouthwatering union. Suddenly I regret skipping breakfast this morning. The front was as bright as the outside with rows of display cases all showing off everything from scones to cupcakes. My eyes drifted to the massive cookie section when I heard the sound of a door closing nearby.
