The Cake Girl

Eighth.

“Lindsey, you’ve got five cakes to get done, so get up please!” I groan and roll out of bed, sleepily walking downstairs and into the kitchen.

“good, so, how was your date last night?” she asks as I pull out the pounds of butter I would be using.

“it was different.”

“did you two hit it off or anything??”

I laugh, "You could say that.”

“oh, come on! Just a little detail?!” she begs.

“nope, I’ve got cakes to make. Sorry.”

“fine. The first cake needs to be finished in two hours, the others don’t need to be delivered until much later tonight.” I nod and continue my work.

About an hour into it, Tyler barges in, “no.” he says.

Dot, dot, line, dot, dot, line I repeat the pattern in my head, finishing that row before I turn my attention to Tyler. “yes,” I reply.

“no, no, no, no, no, NO!”

I smile. I could easily play this game, “yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!”

"You can’t ever do that again Lindsey!”

I laugh, “what the hell are we talking about Tyler!”

"You, Sean, Rebecca, the whole thing.”

“speaking of Rebecca, please don’t tell me you f*cked her last night.”

Tyler rolls his eyes, “she came in crying, saying that you were making fun or her and then she called earlier this morning informing me that you and Sean were…doing stuff in here.” I couldn’t help it, I burst into a fit of laughter right there, “this is not funny Lindsey!”

I take a deep breath, evening my voice, “Okay, so last night, lets see…I went to the restaurant, asked what fish was in the fish and chips and she said fish and I asked what kind of fish and she didn’t know their were different kinds of fish. I honestly wasn’t making fun of her, I was asking what fish it was. Then later she totally tripped and the plates went flying but I caught them, she stormed out after there. Once again, not laughing at her, just saving my damn food. And last night, it’s none of your business, but we didn’t even kiss. Stupid Rebecca burst in the moment it was going to happen. Oh, and by the way, you and Sean are the only two left on her list, and she has the rest of the summer to finish it so…I’d keep my distance if I were you. Now, if you don’t mind, I have to finish this cake in about forty minutes, so shoo!” he muttered something I didn’t hear and left.

I finish the pattern and set down the frosting tube, leaning against the counter to rest. I call for Sally but didn’t get a reply, instead I got Tyler jogging down the stairs.

“she went to the market.” He says before slipping out the back door.

“Wait! Tyler!” I yell but it was too late, the truck was on its way down the road. “great.” I mutter, looking down at the address. It was only about two miles down the beach, I could easily walk that in, oh, I don’t know, half an hour. Yet, I only had fifteen minutes. Sigh.

I toss my bag over my shoulders and lock the front door before grabbing the cake and address and running out the door. But something stopped me from getting out, and I fell on butt, holding the cake high above my head for the second time this week.

“oh god! I’m so sorry.” I hear Sean apologize and then the weight of the cake is taken out of my hands. I stand up and brush off the flour that had gotten on me from the floor.