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Riley’s POV
“And your total is going to be 11.97 sir,” I hear Veronika say in a bored monotone from across the shop. I lift my eyes up from the cake I was focused on, to meet her desperate pleading ones. I stifle back a grin.
I watch carefully as the old man gathers up his three bags of pastries, doughnuts and god knows what other kind of artery clogging deliciousness was in there, after paying Vero. He’d been in here for at least an hour, debating whether chocolate frosting or not was the way to go for a solid forty five minutes. Of course we didn’t bother him. I mean look at him. He’s a seventy something year old man who came to a bakery by himself. Who can complain about that?
The man slowly shuffles out of the warm bakery air, out into the bitter rainy atmosphere outside. For once I was actually glad I was working here tonight.
“My God.” Vero sighs heavily once the door was finally shut. She leans against a counter top in annoyance her long hair spilling over her shoulder.
“I thought he’d never leave,” she murmurs. I readjust my hold on my tube of icing, my hand cramping slightly before looking back up at her, a smirk placed on my lips.
“Oh, be nice.” I say softly.
Vero snorts, rolling her eyes.
“Cant help it that he was in here for nearly a decade.” She mutters. I shake my head oozing out more white icing onto the birthday cake I was working on.
“Can you believe it’s nearly Christmas?” Vero sighs contently walking over towards me. She hovers over my shoulder observing my work.
“Mmm.” Is all I say. I wasn’t one for talking. It wasn’t exactly one of my best skills if you haven’t noticed already. But I’ve been around Vero long enough to consider us past the “acquaintance zone” Maybe she even thought of me as a friend; although we rarely talked. Just on days where business was slow. Like tonight for example. Three days before Christmas and you’d think this place would be packed. Apparently not. So Veronika was forced to make amends. In other words talk to me.
“It seemed like only yesterday when you rolled into here looking for a job. And its been nearly six moths since then. Crazy how time passes.” She says sighing dreamily. Veronika studies me for a moment, and I try to ignore her heated gaze.
“Riley where did you even come from? In fact I don’t remember going to highschool with you at all. You just showed up here one day.” Ah there it is. The question I knew was churning inside that head of hers.
I straighten up slightly, stiffening at the thought.
“Um… I moved here over the summer,” I lie. I tighten my grip on my bag of icing, my hands becoming instantly sweaty.
“Oh where from?”
I sigh, tearing my eyes away from the birthday cake that I was halfway done with. It was decorated with red fondant a wispy boy with suspenders sitting atop a birthday present with fireworks exploding in the background. Even though it wasn’t finished it was pretty snazzy if I do say so myself. It read- Happy Birthday Lo…- In my cursive handwriting. I liked it, and I had tried best to give it a kid friendly look as was requested.
“I’m from New York.” I say tiredly. I try to avoid this question as much as I can; unfortunately it seems to pop up when I’m trying to ignore it the most. I don’t like lying to people but I don’t exactly have a choice. Reliving my nightmares at night was enough. And besides I cant be sharing them with the world. Then where would I be. Right back to where I started. Getting beaten and rape-
