heyy, writers block kept me off here for a minute but enjoy!! cute lil fluff i'll give y'all smut later.
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ORANGEFIELDS BAKERY. 11:27 PM. SHANTÉ.
it happened to look very blue tonight. pellets of rain hailed down onto the umbrella that i carried. tonight was calm so i'm able to navigate freely without being scared to death.
after my 8-hour shift down at the perfume parlor, all the gourmet scents left me craving sweets. there's this new bakery called TASHA'S that almost everyone has had their sweets.
so let's hope it's worth the hype.
once i spotted the LED sign that read TASHA's BAKERY in glowing pink, i sped walked to open the door while shaking my umbrella off. the smell of sweet cake hit my nostrils, resulting in me skimming the menu for the best looking dessert.
the atmosphere was a complete change from chicago's gloomy outside. it was decorated very nicely with inspirational quotes on the white tiled walls along with other cute trinkets.
there were some people sitting at the small tables they had for 2. mostly students typing away on their computers or friends congregating.
before my eyes could really focus in on the family pictures i seen up on the walls, my attention was grabbed by an average sized girl behind the counter.
"hey girl, thank you for choosing tasha's as your dessert option for tonight. i'm sky. may i start you off with a drink?we also have a selection of coffee, refreshers, and tea if you're interested." her polite chicago accent letting me know i'm welcome.
"hmm..what do you recommend?" "my favorite is the red velvet cake pops with white chocolate. it's so good." "i'll take that then."
sky rung me up and i sat down quietly at a table next to the counter right where you get your items. i had a clear view into the kitchen, it seemed to be busy.
i pulled out the book i was currently obsessed with if beale street could talk by james baldwin. one of my favorite novels ever. the way it gives you a different perspective on black people's relationship with the justice system—
"hm, i walked out, to cross these big, wide corridors i've come to hate, corridors wider than all the sahara desert..." i heard this soft voice recite an important quote from this book.
my head lifted with my eyebrows furrowed.
a man with a blue striped apron was handing me my items over the counter. he stood about tall, shoulder length locs that was pulled back with a hair net over, tattoos decorated his arms. name tag reading dayvon.
"what you know about james baldwin?" i flashed dayvon a friendly smile as he handed me two cutely wrapped cake pops with plastic and bows.
"shiddd a lil...beale street one of the most relatable books i done ever read. read the whole thing in two days while i was doing time up in the county...anyway i hope you don't mind i whipped you up a lil extra cake pop." he flashed a shy smile.
"what's your name if you don't mind me asking?" he softly spoke.
"shanté. nice to meet you, dayvon." "please ma, call me von." "feel free to call me shanny then." i smiled. he chuckled, nodding his head in understanding.
aww he's nice and he looks real good.
"aww you're so sweet. so you're the baker?" i leaned against the counter, making eye contact, "yea, i am. my mama own this place. it's been my peace since we opened." his smile was sweet like the sprinkle covered cake pop i bit into.
"did you go to culinary school?" i questioned him, reading my arms on the display glass, looking closely in his eyes.
"hell yeah, i was in a trade school that had a whole culinary course but i was young and stupid...didn't even take advantage of it." he shook his head, wiping down the counters gently in circular motions.
"it's okay, if it makes you feel any better, i dropped out of a majorette team at my college, it was just too much. sometimes things don't work out." i spoke, unwrapping the cellophane around the cake pop.
he lifted his head, a playful smirk on his face before he responded, "you sound just like my momma...y'all women really know best, huh?"
"i mean it's just lessons you learn as you live life, do you see yourself being a full time baker?" i questioned while a puzzling look painted his face.
"damn, never even thought about it. to be honest, i'm not sure. but enough about me, what you coming here to do? usually we got college students, authors, professors, what's yo' skill?"
"i work at a perfume parlor, i'm working towards living in new york though."
"to do what if you don't mind me asking?" he asked, fully interested in the conversation.
"pursue my career in broadway—" i was cut off abruptly by my phone ringing. von and i shared an intense glare before i answered my phone blindly.
"hello?" "hey bae, any idea of when you getting home tonight?" horace asked through the other line.
damn i kinda forgot i had a boyfriend. i hope i run into the baker again.
