Clearer Skies

SIX

HANNA'S POV

Days, weeks, months went by and soon preparation for university started was just around the corner.

"Here you go sir. Black latte with snow flake muffins and two Choc chips." I handed it over to the client in a white paper bag. He smiled, nodded and walked out the door.

I let out a sigh of relief. The café wasn't so packed we had about 5 full tables. I turned to make my way towards Katie in the kitchen. I smiled at her as she took out another set of muffins out of the oven. It was still in the morning. She must have had my footsteps because she said;

"You know, I have always dreamt of owning my own bakery."

"Yep, you have said that like two to three times now." I said, while recalling all the times she had put "dreamt", "own" and "bakery" in the same sentence but different structure.

She turned to just roll her eyes at me. "Yeah, whatever." She turned back to the hot muffins, smiling down at them. I always crave chocolate muffins. They just smell right and comfy and of course sweet.

"They remind me so much of home."

I nodded at her with my lips squeezed in a thin line. She has said this before as well. Her mum used to own a pastry store but her mum's store caught fire from the gas they had in there and her mum couldn't make it out of the small building on time because of the explosion.

After what happened, Katie moved here with her Dad and two younger siblings which are 6 years old twins, a boy and girl. Her dad goes to work and comes late so Katie doesn't work till late because she would have to fetch them from school and take them home to babysit them. Katie is also saving up money to start college and relieve her Dad from that stress.

Based on my opinion, I thought she was supposed to hate working at a café or working in a pastry store, anything that has to do with baking because she might get traumatized or terrified working there because that's where her mum died but nope she loves it even more! I have been curious about this since she told me about her family a month ago. Isn't it about time I ask her why she doesn't hate it?

I cleared my throat and broke the silence that was filled with wondering thoughts.

How do I ask? "Katie?"

"Yeah?" She leaves the muffins to cool off and turns to me.

"Aren't you supposed to hate baking?"

She stares at me confused. Like I asked the most insane question......... that no one can understand the language I was speaking.

She snickered. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's where your mum.....you know."

"Yeah." She rolls her eyes. "That's why I love it even more. Because she died doing what she loved the most, baking. I love baking as well, so I would prefer being killed in a job I love so much than in a random place or at home."

"Oh okay." I nodded in understanding. I'm glad she found something she loves so much that she would rather die doing it. But I haven't...

I don't have something I like so much, I would rather die doing. I chose Business Studies to study in college but I don't think, I would wanna die in an office with my head laying cheek flat on the table. I quickly shook the thought off my head.

"Speaking of things we love doing, i know you don't like working here as much as it may seem. What I know you love doing is spending time with a special someone."

I rolled my eyes as she gave me a knowing smirk. Maybe I shouldn't have told her I like Noah, well I didn't really tell her. She found out herself, saying it's so obvious, how "different" I am with him which till this day, I still don't understand what she meant by that. Noah, comes here once in a while to fetch me but this summer, he has never showed up.