Beach Love (Short story)

Chapter 3 Cupcakes

"Arabella" Noah says looking at me with disappointment in his eyes

"What?" I say frustrated

We had a busy day today at the bakery so I decided to make a batch of cupcakes

However something went horribly wrong because the cupcakes are lumpy and burnt

Which is currently what we are both staring at

Me and Noah have worked together for a total of 5 days and everyday I learn something new about him

Like how he manages to get on my nerves in 50 different ways

"Arabella it's practically been a full week"
"How do you still not know how to make a batch of cupcakes when I taught you already"

New thing learned about him
Noah is bossy and bitter
And he's the definition of a grump

"I thought you were in culinary school"

"Noah" I say stern

"Baking and cooking are two different things" I argue

"Are they?" he says folding his arms and lifting a brow holy muscles

Focus Arabella

"How did you even know I was in culinary school?"

"Martha" was his only response

I roll my eyes and turn away from him

I stick to taking peoples orders which apparently is the only thing I am good at

And after a long day I leave from behind the counter and close up shop

I lean back against the counter completely drained

"Bells" Noah says from behind me

"Yes Noah"

"Let's make cupcakes" he says with a blank tone

"Cupcakes?"
"Noah I think we already established I can't make them"

"Just stop talking and watch me alright?"

"Has anyone ever told you that your bossy?" I say folding my arms

"Only In bed" was his response

I part my mouth in shock as he gathers the ingredients for cupcakes

Noah carefully explains how to make cupcakes

When it comes to whisking the ingredients apparently that's where I go wrong

Noah comes up from behind me and grabs my arms showing me how to mix

I turn away from mixing just to look at him

To find him already looking at me

Huh interesting

We put them in the oven and wait patiently

"So Noah how did you end up working for my step mom?"

He looks annoyed with the question but answers anyway

"Culinary school" was his response

"Really your in culinary school as well?"

"I'd like to be but I gotta work for it"
"Things don't just get handed to me"

"I can understand that how do you think I ended up working for my step mother?"

He shrugs his shoulders and pulls the cupcakes out of the oven

Maybe we have more in common than I thought

"Frosting time" I say cheerful

I love frosting

Noah looks at me with strange expression before handing me the piping bag

I start to pipe the cupcakes

"You're doing it wrong"

"What no"I argue

"Yes you're supposed to do it like this"
Noah pipes his cupcake with a perfect swirl

"You know what"
I uncap my frosting bag and swipe the frosting across his cheek and nose

He gives me a surprised expression followed by a glare

I smile a satisfied smile until I feel frosting across my cheek and lips

"You got a little something" he says wiping his thumb across my lip

"You first" I breathed

The tension in the room was high

He looked at me with those stupid green eyes I thought I might melt into a puddle

"I have to go" he says abruptly practically dashing out the door

"Have a good evening" I say like and idiot

I slump against the counter how long did I say summer was gonna be again? cause I stand corrected it's gonna be longer

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