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
After a long day of work and many annoying customers later, everyone left and both Harry and I closed the shop for the day. Right now, I'm stacking chairs onto the tables so that I can sweep and mop the floor quickly and then put the chairs back down and then leave. Harry usually wipes down the tables and cleans up the kitchen and then leaves. I'm always the one leaving later than him and then have to lock up. I go into the small corner where we leave the cleaning supplies and grab the broom. I start in the far end of the area and work my way through each side, down the middle and towards the door and then sweep it into the dust pan and throw the dirt into the bin. As the lid of the bin closes, I hear the sound of keys jingling.
"Alright, I'm off." Harry states. "You have the key to lock up right?"
I pull the keys out of my pockets and show it to him. "Okay. See you tomorrow. And don't be too long it's already late." he says. "Yeah, I know. I just have to mop the place which isn't a big thing. It will take just a few minutes." I assure him. "Alright. Night."
"Night."
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As I spend my time mopping up the kitchen, I hear a ruckus outside followed by grunting. I have a confused expression on my face when I head out to the main area to look out the huge window overviewing the street almost like the one in Gilmore girls, the famous 'Lukes' diner. I look out to be met with the view of two men tackling each other, both of them on the floor. I smile and grab a chair and face it on the floor to take a seat. I put my hands on the top of the chair and rest my chin on my arms as I watch one guy, young, almost like he's in his 20s, long-ish hair that shines in the light from the lamppost above his head, and eyes the color I can't see. The other guy, a little older than him, maybe in his 30s or 40s, his grey hair coming out in his hair but his beard completely white and still looks good with little wrinkles. The young one gets up first, then the other one.
The older guy throws a punch - or shall I say tried to. The younger one dogged and threw his arm around his neck, choking him. I notice the two of them both heading to the window and then I start to worry if he gets free from the younger ones' hold, and tries to fight, he might push him into the window and break it. My eyes widen as I rush outside and get between the two of them, trying to break them up.
"Hey, hey! Break it up, come on guys." I shout over their groans.
The both of them push off each other, both breathing hard now. "Now, why are you two fighting here. It's dangerous, especially if you're in front of a window."
"Yea, sorry about that." The younger one says.
I look up at him, mistakely looking directly into his eyes. Hazel eyes with a hint of caramel in them.
Well at least now I know the color of his eyes.
"Good." I reply bluntly. "Because if one of the two of you bashed your heads into it, I would have lost my job."
"Well as I said, I'm sorry," he says as he leans down to my level. Which is only 5 feet lower. Which also, is not that far. "Venus"
I give him a raised eyebrow and he puts his hand up in surrender. "You look like a grumpy person, so the name suits you." I scoff and turn around to the other guy who has his arms crossed as he leans on the window, watching us. He looks at me and says, "What?"
I look him up and down, observing his horrible physique where his stomach flops over and out of his shirt, his face a little chubby and arms and shoulders absolutely deflated looking.
I raise both my eyebrows questioning him about his remark. "What? What. What, what, what I wonder. Oh wait I know, why don't you lift that stomach up to find what." I say. By the look of his and the turning red of his face, he seems angry and embarrassed.
"Ruin your ego? Hope so because you should know, just because horny women who are bored and tired of their lives come and flirt and play with you, doesn't mean you should go ahead and walk around thinking 'I get to do anything I fucking want because all the women like me'
"No. You should actually start taking a shower because wherever you go, you just walk around spreading the smell of rotten eggs."
He pushes himself back up off the window and opens his mouth to say something but I beat him to it. "You know, I can be a nice person. But not to people like you. And so, I think I've humbled you enough already, so let me tell you nicely. Apologize for almost costing me my job."
He's quiet for a while before he gives in, apologizing. I smile, accepting it and also seeing his face redden up, definitely from embarrassment. "Now, if you two want to continue your fight like kids, go to the park around the corner and do so." I say as I turn around to face the other guy, who seems to have been staring at me the whole time, smiling as if he just saw an entertainment show live in action.
"Okay, Venus."; "And stop calling me that"
"It suits you though, but okay..." He says as he walks backwards away from where he was. I turn around and open the bakery's' door when i hear him again. "Venus!" I sigh and get back to mopping.
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After cleaning up and locking up, I headed home and took a shower. My thoughts went back to that guy... the young one. Venus is what he called me. He said it was because I looked like a grumpy person too. Do i really look THAT grumpy??? Maybe I should just follow Harry's advice and just.... try to be nice? I don't know but if it's that obvious for a stranger to say such thing, then I should do something about it. I changed into something warm since tonight it's extra cold tonight. I walk towards the kettel, put it on the stove and let it boil to fill up my hot water bottle.
I walk to my bedside and grab the book I'm currently reading. It's called ' The Silent Patient'. I'm only on chapter 28 in part 4 but it seems really interesting so far, as the main woman, Alicia Berenson, gets treated by her therapist Theo Faber. She is an artist who doesn't speak after she mysteriously shot her husband five times in the head and so Theo tries to help her to speak again.
As I continue reading, I hear the kettles' whistle and I put my bookmark back in place and grab my hot water bottle. As I pour the water in, I hear a knock on my door. Who could be coming to someone's house this late? "Come in!" I shout. My landloard steps into the apartment and says, "Hey." I turn my head over my shoulders as I finish pouring the last of the water into the bottle. I look at his figure. Belly flopping over his pants, hectic double chin and wearing his worn out, dirty old uniform.
"Oh, hey." I set the kettle back onto the stove and switched it off then took the lid of the bottle to close it. I walk over to my bed. I put the bottle at the end of the bed where my feet would be positioned and covered it with the blanket. "It's sad to see you getting so comfortable here."
"Why?" I say between my laugh. "Because you still haven't paid your rent, Roschelle."
I stop in my tracks.
He sighs then says, "I'll give you two weeks to pay. If you don't..." he sighs again, "then we have to kick you out. And plus, there are people who have come to visit. So..."
"You will be able to if let people rent the place out if I don't pay." I put my head down as I say the last part. "Yeah." he says almost as if it wasn't supposed to be said out loud. "Okay. I'll try my best to try to pay in the given time." I speak. He smiles and says, "Great. Well, I should go."
"Bye Lenny."
"Bye Roschelle."
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A/N: Roschelle ate and left no crumbs when humbling that guy FR 🥱🥱
