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I stood there blocking my face with my hand, a sigh escaping my lips. I gripped my mother's hand tighter as the cameras flashed.
"Ms. L/n, how did your child learn to make such beautiful desserts?" a reporter stuck a mic up to her, getting way to close for comfort. She merely gave a forced smile.
I was known to be a... young talented baker. It was a curse and a blessing. Baking was fun, but not something I wanted to do for my career.
Baking for awards, the wealthy, etc. It gets... tiring. Almost like, you've slowly grown to hate something. For example, the saying of a thousand paper cranes. You'll either make a thousand and get a wish, or just give up half way.
I let go of her warm hands to gently tug on her sleeves. I wanted to get away from the eyes. My mother looked down at me, her eyes soften. She took ahold of my hand again.
"Ms. L/n-"
"I'm sorry, we currently have somewhere to be." she quickly walked away without a second thought, pulling me along.
We arrived at a familiar place. She pushed open the glass door. A petite purple haired girl stood behind the counter along with a tall women.
"Ah!" the women clapped her hand together, "It's great to see you again Yoa."
The petite girl's head immediately shot up. "Sorry to barge in, I know your shop is close," my mom gave a chuckle. "We just need some place to hide for a bit."
"No worries! You're always welcomed." she said.
"Y/n," the girl came up to me and held out her cat plushie. "Look. This is Bucchi."
Akanegakubo Momo, a major inspiration in my life and a good friend. She taught me the basics of baking.
"Bucchi is cute." I said, giggling.
Her eyes lit up as she smiles too. "I knew you would think so! I'm glad you understand cuteness!"
She latched her arms with mine and dragged me to the staff room of the bakery. She sat me down on a red couch while she went to grab something. She came back with some plates in her hand and placed it down on the coffee table.
"I have some extra sweets for us to eat." Momo said.
A strawberry cake roll with heart designs sat on the plate. I picked up a fork and took a bite. It was perfectly soft and tasted wonderful as it looked.
"It tas-"
"Please. Leave!" Momo's mom shouted. We froze and held our breaths. Some people said things I couldn't quite catch.
"The L/n family is not here. I suggest you leave. Our bakery is currently closed if you're too blind to see our fairly large sign."
I bit my lip as my stomach was doing flips. Why can't they just leave us alone. Momo frowned as she stared back down at her half eaten dish, deep in thought.
