The Bakery (Brian Quinn)

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So his last name is Quinn? And who would have thought his parent's house was right next to mine?

What a teeny tiny world we live in.

I suddenly feel nervous. There were butterflies in my stomach. My finger tips became all tingly and numb.

What's gotten into me? I haven't felt this way since...

No, it can't be. No way. I refuse to believe it. I can't. I have a boyfriend.

I shake my thoughts away, as he opens his mouth beginning to speak, "hey, your that girl from that bakery, right?" he breaks the ice, pointing at me.

"Yeah... hi" I rub my arm avoiding eye contact. Please stop acting so shy! You're going to make it obvious.

I take a deep breath, he notices, "you okay? What are you doing here? You seem nervous. Are you lost?"

"Brian are you going to let our guest in?" His mother asks, he moved out of the way so she could greet me.

"Hello honey, nice to see that you finally arrived" she hugs me.

"Yeah sorry, was caught up watching some shows" I chuckle.

"Come in, come in" she motions, "oh and this is my middle child Brian but it sounds like you have already met!"

"Yeah..." I walk into their house, the smell of rotisserie chicken instantly kicks into my nostrils. I look around as I usually do when I walk into someone's house. It's always so clean and cozy in here. It always makes me feel welcomed.

"In a way" he replies.

"I'm guessing you pranked her with that show of yours?" We walk into the kitchen/dining room.

"Hi Aphrodite, nice seeing you" Mr Q greets.

"Hi, nice seeing you too"

"How have you been?"

"Not bad, kinda accepting everything that's happening, but that's life I guess" I say honestly, "what about you?"

"Yeah, good good" he glues his eyes back onto the tv. I look over, it's the news. Haven't watched that in awhile, I always have my friends telling me everything that's going on.

I look back at Mrs Q to see what she was working on. She drains the potatoes almost ready to be mashed.

"Need any help?" I ask her.

"Nah it's okay, love, you're our guest so it'd be rude of me to let you help me. Brian can you grab the butter and milk out of the fridge?"

"Yep" he does what is told, "take a seat, dinner will be ready soon" she says warmly. I nod. I take a seat at my usual spot whenever I'd come over.

"How's the cafe? We went in yesterday but you weren't there" Mr Q tries to engage a conversation with me, his eyes are still stuck on the tv.

"I don't work on weekends but yeah we're hanging on. We're all trying our best. It's getting hard since we barely get enough customers, so yeah" I say honestly hoping things will get better for us soon.