𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒂 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓.
The story of Bailey, the sarcastic but kind hearted sweetheart, meeting Lionardo , the cold, ruthless man with the bad reputati...
Who invented morning shifts? I really wanna kick their asses. There are so many things you could invent, fr.
1. Pillows that are cold on both sides.
2. A hairtie detector. (I swear they just dissapear)
3. Neoprene socks, yk socks that cant get wet.
Things like that but no, someone came up with morning shifts. What the hell, world?
I continue to walk down the road to the little bakery I work at, quietly humming "July" by Noah Cyrus, the chilly spring air embracing my face.
Note to myself: Still not the best time to wear skirts.
I pull my coat closer to my body and pick up my pace. I bet I look like a mom speed walking to Walmart weekend sale right now.
After 20 minutes I finally enter the cozy little Café and the smell of fresh pastries, croissants, muffins, bagels, buns and coffee surrounds me. I make my way to the back and put on my yellow uniform with the white apron before pulling my hair into a high ponytail and tie it together with a white hairband. Thats our spring outfit, my favourite to be honest.
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I start the day with decorating the Café and putting yellow napkins on the tables. After setting everything up I help Mary, the shop owner, with the bagels. Mary is an elderly lady with a warm smile and crinkled, soft eyes. She's like a grandma to me and I enjoy her company.
The first few hours were like usual quite busy. Old cute couples came and bought their breakfast, business people came and got their usual morning coffee and students came to grab their lunch.
It was around 2 p.m. when Mary came up to me with a hot chocolate in her hand. "Hey Bailey, you can go on your lunch break now. Go grab some McDonald's or something I dont know what today's youth does. When I was young I went to the park to meet my husband every free second. Anyways, did you find someone yet, Bailey?"
I let out a small laugh. "No, not yet. I don't need someone anyways, Mary." She laughed and waved me out before closing the door behind me.
I walked to the park and took a seat on a little bench. I took out my sketch book and began to draw the lake infront of me.
Drawing is like therapy. It's calming and drawing outside is a whole different thing. The feeling of the wind brushing through your hair and your face is something you can't describe. You have to feel it.
It was already 6 p.m. when I look at the clock again. I put away my pencils and my AOT drawing before I stand up and ran back to the Café, not wanting to get in trouble.
