Bad News

Chapter 6 - Uncertainity

"Oh, hello." I greeted her awkwardly. "How are you?"

She smiled at me. "I'm good, thank you for asking, darling." Her dimples are prominent as ever. "Did you just ask about job vacancy?" I nod, there is no need to lie to her. "We actually need someone at the moment- can you give me a minute?" She walked away before I gave her my answer. True to her words, the next minute she is standing beside me with two cups of hot tea in her hands. She motioned me to sit with her. "You look a little pale, have you eaten anything today?"

I'm shaking my head while looking at her. "I didn't have enough time."

"Oh, well, you can eat here." I was confused by her statement for a moment before she called someone. "Andrew! Please bring two chocolate muffins and one slice of red velvet cake to me!" Her hand waved at the short lad with brown hair.

About five minutes later, he was walking to our table which is located near the window with two plates on his hands. And let's be honest, they smell so amazing. I silently thanked heaven for not eating breakfast earlier.

"Come on, put these pastries in your mouth. I can literally hear your stomach screaming from here." She laughed before drinking her tea.

I obliged and grab a little spoon Andrew had brought just a minute ago to put some of chocolate muffin to my mouth. Holy shit. It doesn't just smell amazing, it tastes so fucking good. I let out a moan involuntary while Anne laughs at my reaction.

After two spoons of chocolate muffin- or heaven if I may say, I also take a bite of the red velvet cake. My eyes roll back in pleasure. This one is freakishly good. It's not too sweet, just how I like it.

"These- oh my God, they taste so good. Did you make it?" I asked Anne after finishing half of the muffin.

Anne nodded at me and then took a bite of the red velvet cake as well. "I made the red velvet ones but muffins? Those are Andrew's, a lad who brought them to us. He is great with muffins and I just rubbish at that." She confessed before laughing. "So, you are looking for a job, am I correct?"

"Yeah, part time job." I answered honestly.

"Well, we are sort of need someone at the moment. Can you decorate cakes?"

If you ask me what I'm passionate about in life, it would be anything involving books and decorate things. Places, rooms, cakes, anything really. Something about giving final touch thrills me. It plays important part in life.

A lot of people say it's pretty useless but my skill at decorate things can come in handy at times. Like when the girls in church want to sell cupcakes for charity. It tasted good but the girls didn't know how to make it looked like it was worth the price. So I helped them and raised a good amount of money.

"I happen to like that," my answer sounds a little bit cocky. "I mean, my friends say my decorating skill is pretty impressive." Oh God, again?! "I don't mean to brag or anything but ughh-"

She laughs again for God knows how many times today. "That's alright. When are your days off?"

"I only have weekends, sadly. On weekdays I usually have classes from eight to two in the afternoon." I explained her about my schedule. "And three o'clock if it's Friday."

She was quiet afterward. "Alright, how about you work here from nine to six on weekends? Also then you can come at four and finish at nine on weekdays?"

To think about it, her offer is actually really nice. "Do I get days off?" I asked carefully.

"Of course. You can choose one day off each week. But you have to notify me though."