~Adam~
"I quit my job."
I watch her eyes fog over and stare blankly at me as if waiting for a punch line of some sort.
Her mouth opens and closes before furrowing her eyebrows and repeating the prior action.
After a dreadfully long silence, she speaks.
"What?" she questions, looking even more confused.
I hesitate before repeating myself slowly, gauging her reaction.
"Why? That is ridiculous, Adam, you would never leave a job with that kind of money coming in, are you crazy?"
She takes a step closer, eyes burning holes into mine.
"I'm sorry, I should clarify, I mean the New York job. I still work here. In Chicago."
"Adam, why are you doing this? Is this some sort of funny joke to you? You can't just come barging in here talking nonsense."
She shakes her head before turning around and rubbing a hand down her face.
"You know, I've been doing great since you left, you have no right to come in here and ruin that."
"Avery, what are you talking about? What exactly am I ruining by telling you I'm back in Chicago?"
I ignore the sharp twinge in my chest I don't recognise and take a step closer to her, trying to make sense of what she's saying.
"What, you thought this would make me happy? That I would just sit around waiting for the knight in shining armour to return? Not likely Peirson."
"Come on, Avery, there's no way you truly believe I thought that, you aren't that naive."
She throws the towel she's holding down onto the table and walks around it to stand face-to-face with me.
"You get up and leave the second you get the chance and expect me to not do the same." She jabs a finger into my chest.
"That's not what I'm saying-"
"Leave."
I reach out to her and she steps out of our bubble.
"Avery, come on-"
"Adam, I said leave."
Her lip trembles before disappearing into a tight line and turning away from me.
How did this escalate so quickly?
I wait a few seconds, hoping she will turn around and give me a chance.
But she doesn't.
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~Avery~
A loud knock causes my head to shoot up from its resting place, wherever that is, and my knotted hair falls in front of my face.
Immediately, a shooting pain flies up my back and I realise I'm in the bakery.
As I look around towards the knock's origin place, memories from the night before come flashing back.
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Avery
RomanceThe little bell chimes as I walk through the door, everyone's eyes diverting to me. There's a girl, around my age, maybe younger, wiping down the counter tops, taking breaks to wipe away the short hairs in her eyes. Her apron is tied tight around he...
