For the remainder for the day, my mind kept wandering off about what that customer said. Maybe I'm over-thinking it. Maybe they are talking about the concert they'll attend soon. Yeah. That seemed like a probable explanation.
However, I kept going back to my previous theory. I keep thinking about how maybe they're here in Soho. I know it's pretty far-fetched and hopeful but it did gave me trouble today.
"Robbie! What are you doing? It's says clearly right there. 'No dairy'!" Tina reprimanded me for getting the wrong order.
"Sorry, T. I'll make another one." I apologized.
No less that 10 minutes, I lost myself to my thoughts again.
Clang clang crash!
I bumped onto something. The plate for the pastries broke as they fell to the floor.
"Bloody hell, Robbie! Are you well today? Get your mind back here on your head where it belongs and don't break anymore or get anything wrong, alright?" Martin told me when he took me inside the kitchen to talk to me.
"I'm sorry, Martin." I apologize yet again.
He sighed.
"Alright. You are one of the most hardworking people I know and it's quite obvious something's bothering you. Now, I'm not gonna pry into your business but talk to me when you want to."
I nodded. Martin is such an understanding fellow.
"Now, you go get yourself home. Take a breather. You need it more than me"
"But---"
"Don't argue with me now. I promised your parents I'll take care of you better than your aunt. Matt can handle on his own." he smiled and went back to work.
Even if my biological relatives is not close to me, I've got a great set of wonderful people here in the coffee shop that I consider as my family. Even the customers. 😊
I took off my apron and hanged it by the door next to the back exit. Looking back at the kitchen, I saw Gerri taking out oven fresh and piping hot cookies. I inhaled the deep and delicious aroma that enveloped the whole kitchen. You don't understand. Gerri's a wonderful pastry chef. His cookies are out of this world and enough to make you melt. And the portion sizes are HUGE. One cookie is the size of Harry Styles' hand. Like, yeah. REALLY BIG.
"I know that face you're making right now, Robbie, and you're not getting some this time." Gerri told me. Apparently he saw my 'oh-god-i-want-those-cookies-right-now' face.
I walked towards him and hugged his arm.
"Come on, Gerri just one PLEASE!" I asked him. God, I really want one of those cookies.
"No. I gave you the recipe so make them yourself." he said as he slid the tray of yummy goodies in a cooling rack.
"Yeah but my cookies does not look or taste or smell like the ones you make! That recipe is a lie!"
He pretended to ignore me and went on his work.
"Besides, who am I to copy the great pastry chef Gerri and compare them to mine's? Surely that's preposterous since no one can ever compete with his masterpiece." I remarked.
Flattery always works with Gerri. This way, vicTORY WILL BE MINE.
"Oh alright." YES! "Just one though since I noticed you were kind of not yourself today." he said as he packed one hot and yummy cookie for me.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever. Thanks, Gerri!" I waved goodbye and grabbed my bag. Then I started walking towards my flat.
I live only a few blocks away from the cafe but by the time I got home, the cookie was no more.
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End Up Here (5 Seconds of Summer: Calum Hood)
Fanfiction"So go ahead and tell me that there's nothing between us. Because I would say that you're wrong." Robbie shook her head, "No. You're right. You're right, Cal." How did we end up here?
