Baked Goods

6. satan worship

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As it turned out, I had been a tad overdramatic and by 10 am, Malachi, Tsu, me and Cliff my second boss were on our merry way to Baked Goods.

"So do you do pottery?" Cliff asked shyly as he offered me his seat.

"Oh," I blinked, surprised. "Yes, I do."

"I," he cleared his throat, "I saw the bowls in the conservatory. I–I didn't know that, um, you did pottery before."

He blushed brightly when I grinned. Of course he wouldn't have known that I did pottery before. I was a woman of many, many talents. I was basically the Kim Kardashian of Lemonberry.

"I make pottery making videos for Wylde Peaches," I beamed before adding hastily, "Not to be confused with the bar."

I had never even been to a bar. I was going to be nineteen soon but I still hadn't gathered the courage to touch alcohol or any drug. They only looked appealing sometimes i.e. on Tom Shelby. And they smelled horrendous i.e. on the boy I sat next to in Maths.

"Cool."

I turned to Malachi who was sitting behind me, looking at his blank phone screen with a scowl. "I think I like Cliff more than Tsu! Even though Tsu made me the best tea I've ever tasted. The milk to water ratio, the froth, the temperature, the sugar–"

"Okay," he interrupted with a grumble. "I get it. You like my friends."

"Very much."

"That's just splendid," he replied sarcastically, making my smile dim a little bit. "I– I mean it's great. You should get along with Cliff because," he paused and scratched the back of his neck (Dandruff?), "you'd be working together."

I frowned, "I won't see you?"

It made sense. Employees seldom saw the top boss but it was still a little sad. I liked speaking to Malachi.

"My office is upstairs. I'm usually there."

I sighed dreamily before resting my chin on top of the seat. "You have the loveliest shower. The whole place is so pretty. It's just like the flats I've bookmarked on Rightmove for when I am rich."

He looked very pleased with the compliment and the smile on my face grew.

"You can have a look around," he blurted. "I mean, if you want... since you're an employee and all. You should know where... uh, stuff is."

"So you want her to look around your home?" Tsu asked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Malachi scowled. "Whatever. Shut up."

The bus stopped before I could say anything and we all got off. Tsu and I thanked Mr Walter before getting off.

I pointed to the church as I walked with Malachi, "My Nana is in there. She has almost all of her classes there. She was scared to go at first because she thought it was a conversion technique by Jehovah's Witnesses but she loves her classes now."

He snorted, letting out a small laugh.

I giggled as well, a little confused as to why we were laughing but I didn't dare ask in case he got annoyed at me. I wanted him to think that I was the master at humour.

"I tell them that I worship Satan when they come knocking on my door," he declared as we entered Baked Goods.

I sighed in disappointment. There was nothing common between my employer and I. In fact, we couldn't be more opposite.