One Shots Part-2

3: A Sweet Summer Encounter

On a warm, summer afternoon, y/n stood behind the bakery counter, her first part-time job. Nervous but excited, she greeted customers as they came and went. Among the crowd, an old lady approached, her eyes twinkling with kindness.

"Good morning, dear," the old lady said, a smile gracing her face. "I'll have a slice of your famous apple pie, please."

"Oh, you're in for a treat! Our apple pie is simply divine. It's made with a secret blend of spices that gives it that extra touch of magic. You won't be disappointed!" y/n replied, maintaining her friendly demeanor.

The old lady chuckled softly. "Well, dear, I trust your recommendation. I've heard wonderful things about this bakery."

As y/n served the old lady a generous slice of the warm apple pie, she shared stories of her own experiences in the kitchen, passing down cherished family recipes and tips.

y/n listened intently, absorbing every word. "Wow, it sounds like you have a wealth of baking knowledge! Baking brings people together, doesn't it?"

The old lady nodded, a nostalgic gleam in her eyes. "Indeed, dear."

As the line grew, y/n bid farewell to the old lady and went onto serve others. In the midst of the rush, she accidentally mixed up two orders. A customer, visibly frustrated, spoke up.

"Excuse me, but I ordered a blueberry muffin, not a chocolate croissant," the customer said, a hint of annoyance in their voice.

y/n immediately apologized for the mistake, her face flushed with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry about that! Let me fix it right away."

She swiftly retrieved the correct blueberry muffin and handed it to the customer with a sincere smile. "Here you go, and please accept my apologies for the mix-up."

The customer's frustration dissipated quickly, and the delightful aroma of freshly baked goods filled the bakery, creating a comforting atmosphere that instantly put a smile on everyone's face.

y/n's heart skipped a beat when she spotted c/n walking through the door, accompanied by a little girl. y/n couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. Her body language became slightly more self-conscious, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her apron.

c/n approached the counter with a friendly smile. "Hi, y/n, right?" he asked, his voice warm and familiar. "I recognize you from school. How are you?"

Caught off guard by his recognition, y/n blushed even deeper and stammered, "Oh, uh, hi! Yes, I'm y/n. I'm good, thanks. How about you?"

Before he could respond, the little girl chimed in, her voice filled with innocence. "Is this where we're getting our cake from?"

c/n chuckled affectionately. "Yes, it is, dear." He turns to y/n and explains, "We're here to pick up a birthday cake for my little sister. She's turning five tomorrow."

y/n's eyes lit up, her shyness momentarily replaced by genuine excitement. "Oh, that's wonderful! We have a variety of delicious birthday cakes to choose from. Is there a particular flavor or design that your little sister would like?"

As they discussed the different cake options, y/n's body language eased into a more relaxed stance. She couldn't help but feel happy about their first interaction.

After placing the order, c/n and his sister bid farewell with a warm smile and a wave. y/n shyly nodded in response. As he walked away, she couldn't help but replay the encounter in her mind, eagerly looking forward to the next time they would meet.