A story with the troup of grumpy × sunshine. Roschelle, abandoned by her family, struggles to live with only a small job being her love for baking as a baker. She stumbles upon a handsome man named Zane, but has the issue of trusting people from her...
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Roschelle Myers
I’m a broke of a woman. My mother and father abandoned me at the age of sixteen because I wasn’t the perfect daughter they’ve always dreamed of. But of course, my brother has been the perfect child. Perfect grades, athletic, creative, smart. I was the complete opposite. But first borns are always the disappointment of the family. No matter how hard you try. But I guess that is the reason for my attitude and cold expressions. I've learned to stop giving two fucks and shits since the age of thirteen. At that age, I realized I was never going to be good enough for them. And when they kicked me out of the house, I was shocked, but not sad or angry.
Infact I was happy out of my mind. I’ve wanted to get out of that place my whole life and when they kicked mee out and gave me their whole lecture of a reason, I laughed. Out loud. And that helped cut their speech short by at least another forty-five minutes. Now I work in a bakery since baking is my passion. Many customers have probably left a bad review on the place because of me. And yes, my boss Mr. Santis, who I call Harry since he gave me permission to call him by his first name. has warned me multiple times to be respectful to customers and always smile. I don’t listen though because I go according to my own rules. And I’m not going to put on a smile show and abuse my face with it just to make a couple of people happy.
I live in an apartment that looks like a horror movie. The wallpaper on the walls is growing a weird fungus which stinks like rotten eggs, the paint behind the receptionist is falling off and the stairs creak whenever someone walks on them. My apartment is small with just one window, a sink that connects to a little table in the kitchen, the washing machine on the right side of the table and the dryer next to it. Then we have my bed next to the window, my handmade bookshelf that’s too small for my pile of books and on the other side of my room my little bathtub with its shower curtain that’s old and torn apart even though I’ve stitched some patches together.
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Today, I woke up, well, not really woke up since I didn’t sleep at all. But I got out of bed at six a.m. and got ready for work. I wore a red jersey I knitted myself and brown tracksuit pants since it looked a little cloudy today.
I don’t have a car, so I walk to work which isn’t a problem since I live seven minutes away. The bell on the top of the door rings as I enter the building. “Ah, early for the first time I see.” Santis says. “Oh, don’t get used to it.” I reply. He walks into view, coming from behind the kitchen door as he wipes the inside of a mug.
I walk over to get my apron and put it on. “How did you sleep?” he asks. “I didn’t” I reply bluntly. “Ahh, that explains the crankiness.” He tries to joke. We stay quiet for a while until he says, “You should try sleeping. Maybe one day that will help buy you some humor and a smile. Mybe even a little laugh.”
The bell rings, signaling that a customer has come in. He stops talking and stands behind the counter welcoming the customer. I go to the kitchen and get the stuff that Santis might need then go back out to the front. As Santis and I pass he whispers, “Don’t forget to smile.” and I roll my eyes.
More customers come in and give me their order and I deliver their orders to Harry to make the food and fetch the orders and wait the peoples' tables. A recent order was a dozen cupcakes, and it was my turn to bake and not wait. My favorite part. I rush to the back and get my apron and chef's hat on to be a little extra.
I get the ingredients and lay them each on the table in the order and groups I need them in. “At least there’s still a little bit of light in that dark heart of yours.” Santis says as he disappears into the front.
Once I’m done with the order and Santis comes to get it, he tells me the next order and that cycle repeats for a while until it’s my turn to go out.
“Can I get a strawberry cheremex mojito, please.” The lady ordering says
“Sure,” I say as I write it down on my little notepad, “Anything else?”
“Uh, yes actually. I would like some more waffles.”
"Any toppings?”
“Yeah can I have some Chocolate sauce.”
“Okay, your order will be ready in eighteen minutes” I say and quirk a smile. As I turn around, she says, “Oh and I’d like one more thing.”
I turned back around and put on a fake smile to let her know she could talk now.
“Can you put strawberries on the waffles too?”
“Mhm, sure.” I write it down then turn around. A few steps forward she says again,
“Oh and, can you put blueberries too? Wait, which one is better on waffles, blue or blackberries?”; “Anything, I guess. Both are fine.” I say as I wave my pen around in the air
“Really? Mmmm okay I’ll go with blueberries.” I nod, then sigh out loud to try and let out some frustration then ask, "Anything else? She replies with, “Yeah can I have some bananas on it too?”
I raised to eyebrows sarcastically as I write it down and then reply, “Suuree. You done now?” in an irritated matter. She scoffs at me and rolls her eyes but tells me that was all and that I could go. I turn around again, and I see Harry standing with his hands on either side of his hips as he looks at me with a disappointed look. As I walk around the counter, he calls my name.
“What.” I murmur to show my absolute non-interest. I already know what he’s going to say by the time he speaks the first word. “Go and apologize to the lady.”
“I will.”
“Now.” he instructs. “Okay but can you get her order ready or should I do it?”
“Actually, it's your turn. And I was coming to let you know until I saw your whole show you had with our customer.” He raises an eyebrow and then bows down and opens out his arm to signal ‘off you go’. I breathed out a heavy sigh and walked past him and into the kitchen.
After I made her waffles and delivered it to her table I gave my apologies, but she replied with a blunt, “It’s fine” and started eating in the way that people do when they are angry. When I made my way back to the counter, Harry gave me a small little, enthusiastic, proud clap. “Was that so hard?” he asks. “For me, yes it was.”
