Modern Pen Pals | ON HOLD

다섯 'dasot'

It's finally Monday. Today I woke up in a good mood, actually in a very good mood.

I can't wait to go to the post office today and see if I've received my first Pen Pal letter!

I haven't been this excited in such a long time, for some reason it makes me feel younger and I love that feeling.

Oh to wish to be a teenager again...Being and adult sucks most of the times. I know being a teenager isn't always easy, and I definitely do not want to return to all the high school drama, but times were simpler. I miss simple.

'Hello,' Lisa speaks walking inside the bakery.

'Just you this time?' I smile.

'I came from the gym, but yes today it's just me. Elijah is grounded,' she laughs.

Oh, to have a body like that. Elisa's shape is absolutely amazing, but I know she worked hard for it, as she goes almost everyday to the gym and does yoga every day. Her golden skin is glowing from the sun outside, and a few of her curly strands frame her face while the rest is put up into a bun.

Instead of going down the rabbit hole of comparison, I remember her words of bad days, bad thoughts. Their aren't meant to be our life but a trigger to recognise what's wrong in our mind and life and improve it.

When I come back to reality Elisa is sitting on her usual table, looking out the window. Probably waiting for me to serve her.

'I'm sorry, I got distracted...the usual?' I ask her and she nods.

A few more people walk in the shop and my thoughts focus on work. Work is always the best way to not stress about the little voices in my head.

Right before I closed for lunch our two very familiar faces came by the shop for a few cupcakes and a latte.

'You are seriously the best baker I know, Delilah,' Becca exclaims with a mouth full of chocolate and flour.

'That's impossible, I'm no masterchef,' I smile.

'No, you are a five star Michelin,' she responds and I laugh.

This small, red-headed girl always accomplish to make me laugh. Her Scottish accent also helps with the enthusiasm.

Jeremiah has been silent since he came into the shop, just thanking for the goods and a sly smile when his sister talks. He looks down.

Does he actually remember our conversation? He seems different when approaching me, but maybe it's all in my head since I'm now paying more attention to him. He might just be having a down day.

'We have to make a collaboration again, soon,' Rebecca says, shifting my gaze from her twin brother, 'Everyone loved your desserts in Greener's and it was a full week we had.'

'Indeed, I got more clients that week.' Many of my regulars came from the week I collaborated with the twins a few months ago.

Their restaurant has a lot more movement than my shop, since many people try to stay away from sugar but never skip meals. I'm trying to incorporate healthier goods in my bakery for those who avoid sugar and flour, but it's already all vegan so, that makes it instantly better than the usual bakeries.

I need to think of more marketing strategies to bring people here.

'Then it's settled, let's talk a menu this week, and prepare things to make it happen. Maybe, a two weeks collab instead of one?' The small woman getting up from her table, question.

She comes to the balcony with their plates and cups and I answer, 'Sounds good. And you didn't need to do that.'

'I know, but I also know what it's like to work in places like this, and you already have many to pick up.'