EUNICE VERGARA
Mrs. Marion Bakes. I should have known he was pertaining here when he said we're going somewhere.
"This place is finally starting to get the attention it deserves." Teejay commented as he took a bite from his food.
If there was one common thing that I share with Teejay, it would be his fascination with bread - specifically this bakeshop's bread. There are plenty of bakeshops near the school which are regularly visited by students because of their brownies and munchkins, but the two of us did not mind the distance we needed to walk to visit here and remained patriotic. We even labeled this shop as our number one favorite place of escape.
"I don't even know why it took them years to market their name. I mean, I literally experienced love at first bite with their chocolate cinnamon toast." I said feeling nostalgic recalling the first time we went here.
"And to have you, a picky eater on their side must mean something." He said, half laughing. I rolled my eyes and consumed my food. We were seated at our usual table - third row from the left near the counter. Teejay chose this spot because he likes the smell of brewed coffee. For whatever reason, it boosts his appetite.
"Are you finally starting to want to learn how to bake?" He commented when he caught me looking at the female baker who was massaging a dough.
I shuddered at the thought."Geez. I don't even want to cook in general." I even waved my hand to prove a point.
"Why is that? You're the pickiest picky eater I know, so it's probably best for you to learn how to cook for yourself. You know, for future purposes."
I shook my head recalling my almost attempt to make edible food."You know how bad you are with scissors? I'm worst when handling a ladle."
He chuckled as he shook his head. "If you're putting it that way, you must be truly a hopeless case."
"I am. So what is it that you want to tell me?" I asked straightforwardly.
He scoffed and placed his beverage back on the table. "None? I just really crave for their food. It's been a while, so I kind of miss their flavors." He explained. I crossed my arms on my chest before leaning on my chair, raising a brow at him.
"What a load of barnacles." I said, quoting a famous line from my favorite cartoon character.
"I don't know what that means, but that sounds really offensive." He said looking insulted. "But how did you figure out exactly?"
I finished my bread before taking a sip from my juice. "Because you spent your vacant period in our room, because you held a scissor and helped me, and because you had your usual order whenever you're troubled." I pointed at his plate. "A set of empanada and black acidic drink."
"This is called coke." He raised his bottle. "And since when did the unbothered Eunice bother to pay attention to me?"
His statement made me crease my forehead. "I always do when it comes to my significant people." I uttered seriously, and I have observed that he was taken aback.
He cleared his throat twice before speaking. "That's a very dangerous thing to say Euns, but I am honored. I did not expect that coming from you."
I smirked. "So, what is the dilemma?" I leaned forward and placed both my hands below my chin waiting for him to speak. He looks like he was having some difficulty searching for the right words to say, so I remained silent and gave him time.
"If I choose not to tell you yet, would you get mad at me?" He asked in an innocent and wary tone.
I shook my head immediately. "Of course not. You are free to do things on your own pace Teej. No pressure." I wiggled my brows to assure him. Well, I believe that sometimes, all you need to sort things out aside from help is a comfortable company.
