My lovely Daisy

Chapter 6

I stormed into the bakery, my fists clenched as I scanned the room for Evie. I was desperate to get something off my chest, and I knew she'd be the one to listen. What was Ella thinking asking me to become friends with him, after everything he put me through? Was she seriously expecting me to be his best buddy? The worst sister of the year award goes to Ella Bartlett. I let out a frustrated groan.

"You ok? What's the problem?" Ethan asked, standing in the kitchen door frame.

"You actually," I replied, mimicking his gestures from last night. I wasn't about to pretend like he didn't kick me out of my job yesterday.

"Point taken. Listen, I owe you an apology."

"I'm sorry, what? Am I in a parallel universe? Did hell freeze?"

"Ha ha, hilarious," he laughed, sarcastically. "No, but seriously now, I know I wronged you and I'm sorry."

"This might just be the most genuine apology I have heard in the past few months. Thank you," I said, raising my eyes off the floor and giving him a little honest smile. "I'm sorry too. For being a jerk."

He returned the smile. Never did I notice he had such a sweet smile. His whole persona lightened up with that smile.

"You truly are one of a kind, aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, breaking the silence.

"Thank you."

"I didn't mean that in a good way," he continued, leaning against the door frame. Good to know we were back to that. To be completely honest, I kind of enjoy this insulting each other thingy going on, it's never boring at work. It appeared as if he enjoyed it as well.

"Never did I notice you had dimples. They really suit you," he remarked.

"Huh?" I was lost, completely.

"You have dimples when you smile. They take away all the roughness around your face. You look cute when you smile, you should do it more often."

I gulped and looked down. Damn mister douche, you can be sweet when you want to. I just stood there, fidgeting with my hands, not knowing what I should reply. But he didn't give me time to think of something because he left into the kitchen. I smiled as he left. I definitely wasn't expecting him to be so nice and even apologize to me, well, especially the apology part. I was truly happy and satisfied with this outcome. For the first time in days, I felt good. It means a lot to me when people apologize sincerely. I feel like all the apologies this month were surface-level. Apologize just to apologize, you know? I feel like I had to beg people in my life to say that they wronged me when it should actually happen out of guilt. When you hurt someone you say sorry because you mean it, not just say "Yeah fine, sorry, is that what you wanted to hear" type of speech. But after all that, I can say that I'm over it. I don't care about Ethan or what he does or what he said or how he treated me. It's all in the past now. He said sorry and from now on I'll just focus on this bakery and let everything else go. I didn't mean to make it sound like I'm not gonna think about it ever again, I meant to say that I'll try to look at it differently and be less emotionally involved. As far as I'm concerned, he and I are even as of now.

A notification on my phone distracted me from the avalanche of thoughts. It was a message from Dylan. Weird enough I don't know how he got my number. He was asking if I and Evie want to come to a party his cousin was throwing. Well, at my last one, I met mister douche also known as Ethan and he caused me to be thrown into the sea and drop my plate of food and everything else that happened the days after so I'm not sure how I feel about parties right now. By now Evie was already next to me, smiling from ear to ear. She was looking at me with her puppy eyes yet again. She made it feel like she couldn't breathe without me being there. When she's like that I just have to give in. Who can resist her? Of, my little sentimental swindler, you're good. You're so good.