its 6 am. I slam my hand on the vibrating alarm. ugh..
Niki is opening the bakery today. I don't have to go until 8.
the cold air flows in through my window. it was still dark. the nights were long and cold here.
I slowly get off my memory foam mattress. i slowly sink into it as I sit and stretch.
6:02.. I still have 2 hours. I decide to make myself a nice breakfast and watch some youtube. Mark Rober is one of my favorites.
its now 6:44. I decide to collect everything and head out the door.
I fix my car mirror as I throw my gloves in the passenger seat.
theres still an hour till work.
I start the car and begin to pull out the drive way, blasting music.
the drive was short and sweet. 10 minutes and I was already at town square.
still over an hour.. as I park my car behind the bakery, I grab my thick coat and trail the streets.
store owners start to open shop, each one lighting up individually.
as I continue walking, I stumble across a poster. I wipe the frost away from the bold letters.
"come on down to the crew boys bakery.."
thats quite the name.
and in a flash, it all hits me.
"this is the new bakery!"
I continue to wipe off the cold shield covering the text.
"open from 6:30 to 3!"
I check the address and tread my way across the square.
the air is thick today. my nose is burned red as I stomp into their small store.
I pull my hood down and scan my surroundings.
its bright. the colours are bold and frantic.. but somehow perfect..
a shorter figure comes gliding around the corner.
"welcome to crew boys bakery! haven't seen ya before, what can I get ya started pal?"
the colours definitely make sense now.
"oh! good morning, don't mind me. just looking for now.."
the boys face lights up.
"woah! cool accent? where ya from?"
I was caught off guard.
"oh ah uh- I'm from London."
he stares at me clicking his pen.
"wait! i know you!! i recognize that logo on your shirt, you run that bakery down the block yes?"
"oh yeah! how rude of me, I'm George."
I stick my hand out. he frantically shakes it.
he's got a grip.
"great to meet ya! names Quackity, hold on let me get everyone else!"
he swiftly turns on his heel and books it through the kitchen door. he's definitely quick on his feet..
after a minute of waiting, two more boys come through the door.
one had poofy brown hair with rosey cheeks and a contagious smile.
the other was shorter then him, he also had brown hair, shorter than the other. more flat and seemed to be a bland character.
but I shouldn't judge on first glance.
"hey! my names Karl, so nice to finally meet you! we've been meaning to stop by your shop but things have been a bit hectic. thanks for stopping though!"
he has the same shake as Quackity. I turn my head to the other.
"hey, I'm Sapnap. nice to meet you man, we've heard alot about your bakery, sounds pretty nice."
his shake is more calm.
"interesting names. lovely to meet you all. so.. its just you three running this place?"
"oh nono theres one more, don't know where he is though.. anyways, can we get ya somethin? on the house!"
I ordered a medium blonde roast with a pump of caramel and a shot of espresso.
they were quick to get it out to me.
"please sit down! take your time, it's a pleasure to have you here!"
I take a seat bye the frosted windows. icicles take over the whole frame.
the music here is nice. it's happy but not to loud to ruin the mood. the colours are bright, but don't bash the interior.
who the hell runs this place?
I continue starring out the window with my hands wrapped around the cup.
I look away fir a second and was met with a tall blonde figure sitting across from me.
it shocked me a bit. as my brain begins to process, my eyes meet with his.
bright.. piss yellow eyes. charming.
I continue to scan his face as mine starts to heat up. I was caught off guard.
"h- hi hey hi! how can I help you?"
he laughs lightly.
"you're George aren't cha?"
I nod my head.
"names Dream, I run this place. sorry for interrupting, just wanted to meet you as well."
he's smug. too smug. but kind of..
knock it off.
"hm. you all have fun names here. if you don't mind me asking, what's your real name?"
he rolls his eyes in a playful matter.
"maybe if you come back. I have to get to work, but it was nice meeting you."
whatever.
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Baking his Heart // DreamNotFound
FanfictionDream and George run rival bakeries. both are known to be the best in town with the same 5 star rating. every year they go head to head in the annual baking competition. but this year's a bit different..
