I woke up.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched out my arms, glancing at the clock. It was seven, and fuck, I had to get up for work. I had called in sick yesterday just so I could get tickets to the Australian Grand Prix.
I got up and charged my phone, which was on the table next to my bed. I saw a message from Felix. We had been dating for the past six months, after discovering we both had the same love for Formula 1.
I ignored it. I needed to get to the bakery in twenty minutes' time or else I'd be fired, judging from the amount of times I had been late this year. I went to the toilet and got myself dressed in our uniform.
The uniform was very simple. We needed a white polo and black jeans, topped off with a brown apron. I rushed downstairs and across the street to the bakery. "Morning, idiot."
"Morning James," I rolled my eyes and barged pass him, pulling my apron off of my hook in the staff room. I only worked as the cashier with no baking experience at all. Luckily, at the start of last year, with a bit of begging, I got the job.
"You left me and Allie all alone yesterday," He grumbled.
"I don't care at all, actually," I positioned myself at the counter, tapping my fingers on the side of the register. Allie and James were some sort of 'mortal enemies'. Allie nearly lost her job because of James as he'd pushed her over while she was carrying a full tray of freshly baked bread.
They both got suspended from work afterwards. "How's lover boy?" Allie suddenly appeared from the front door. I hugged her tightly as James clicked his tongue and walked away.
"He's fine," I chuckled. "Felix was very ecstatic when we bought tickets to the Grand Prix yesterday. I think my neighbour thought we won the lottery or something."
"Well, congrats!" She smiled. "Are you going tomorrow?"
"Yep," I said. "Who knows? Maybe I'll meet some of the drivers."
"Keep dreaming," Allie smacked me on the back of my head. "I'll be getting dressed in the staff room."
I straightened my clothes as the first customer came in. Her name was Heidi, an old lady who often came on Fridays to buy bread and cake for her grandchildren who lived with her. "Morning Heidi! The usual, right?"
"Yes please. Two Cinnamon rolls, three bagels and an Apple Pie," She took her wallet out. "Just do one less cinnamon roll. Avery's gone back to Uni, so it's one less."
I knew Avery personally as well. We sort of met back in Secondary. I was three years older than her. It was awkward, a Year 7 hanging out with a Year 10 who nearly failed all her classes except for Science and Maths and English. The three main subjects I needed.
"How's the other two then?" Heidi had two more grandchildren: Maria and Lewis. They were twins. I met them twice when she'd brought them with her to choose their own dessert.
Maria was the quiet type; the eight year old often spoke in a hushed voice so that I had to ask her a few times to repeat what she was saying.
Lewis, on the other hand, was a very violent boy who loved football and mostly sports. The last two times he came to the shop he was wearing a jersey both times. Although being loud, he was, of course, always respectful and nice to his grandmother.
"Oh, they're at school, I've just dropped them off," Poor Heidi was already in her sixties, but luckily still had good energy. Lewis, Maria and Avery's parents died in a house fire last Summer, so they had to move in with her. "Lewis was very excited this morning. He has a football game against another school this evening."
