How Complicated Can It Get

Chapter One

I opened my bakery ten years ago. It was busey like always. There was a long line of people waiting to get there pastry. I was pouring everybody a glass of water when all the sudden I heard someone say. "Hello Jane." I saw a man my age smiling at me. Peter walked in and waved to me. "Peter your here." he walked up to me and asked if I had met Adam. I said no, but he said yes. I felt so bad. We walked into my office to talk about my big remodel. Adam layed down my plans, and I sat there looking at peter telling him how I have been thinking of this addition for ten years. I looked down at the plans and it looked amazing. "I love this wall of windows peter." I said to peter. Peter told me that was adams idea. "I love were you put tye stairs that is so clever." I said trying to look at peter, but peter once again told me that it was adams idea. And that most of it was adams ideas. "So you read all my emails." I laughed at me being so rude to him. "I read all 47 of them. I am glad you like it." Adam told me in a clear happy tone. One of my empolyes came in and told me it was 10:45. I rememberd I had an appointment. A dentist appointment. Adam and I set up a date to discuss the plans more. We came at an agreement for tuesday at 8:30 A.M. I was off to my appointment. Leaving one tiny note on my plans. In the plans my bathroom has two sinks, and it makes me feel bad that I don't have a man. I asked adam to change it to one sink. I have other things I wanted to change, but I really had to go. I waved goodbye and was off.