The Cake Girl

Eleventh.

I pick up the list of cakes that needed to be made and start making them. This morning I decided it was best if I didn’t stick around at Seans. So I came to the one place that relaxes me. The kitchen.

No one was home. Tyler was still at Seans and Sally…was somewhere.

Sometime around noon Sally had called and left a message stating that they weren’t going to pen. I just continue making cakes.

By the end of the day I had ten cakes finished and decorated. Now, I was making a pie.

I remember back to the days when my mom did this with me and start to hum the song she would sing.

Baby don’t you cry

Gonna make a pie

Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle

A single tear escapes the now fragile walls of my eyes and slips down my cheek, landing in the pie.

I curse quietly under my breath.

I don’t cry. Not since my dad left when I was eight. And one stupid death wasn’t about to make me start again. I dry my eyes and finish the pie.

“you okay?” a voice asks behind me. I jump, startled, and look up to see Tyler standing in the doorway.

“oh, good, you’re here. Can you deliver those three cakes beside you?” I ask.

He takes a quick glance at the cakes and turn back to me, looking uncertain. “uh, sure. What about therest?”

“oh, I just did those for the heck of it.” I explain.

“right.” He cautiously takes a few steps closer, “are you sure you’re okay?”

“defiantly Tyler. But the customers won’t be if you’re late.”

Tyler packs up his truck and heads out without another word. When he returned, he was back to talking again.

“sean wants to talk to you.” He says.

“okay” I reply, taking out a tray of cookies.

“it’s important.” He adds.

“I said okay. I’ve got cookies in the oven, I can’t just leave.”

“Sean left this morning and no one can find him. His note said you would know where he’d be. It’s nine at night Lindsey.” His voice had so much concern in it that it almost hurt to hear.

“he’s at the rocks.” I tell him.

“what?”

“go outside, take a right on the beach and walk for about half a mile. You’ll come to an end and that’s where he is, watching the stars like he used to with his mom.” I explain, pulling the next batch of cookies out of the oven.

“I’ll watch your cookies. You go talk to him.”

I sigh and give in, “fine.” And then I take off my apron and leave. The wind was blowing mist from the sea into my face as I ran barefoot down the beach. His silhouette figure was what I saw until I was standing right next to him.

“hey,” I say breathlessly. He looked up, startled at first at my presence and then scoots over on the rock, making room for us both.

“you okay?” I ask softly.

“I should be asking you that.” He chuckles lightly.

“why? I’m great if you must know. Made ten cakes, a pie, and a batch of cookies today. Haven’t done that in awhile.” I state. Sean was staring at me in disbelief before standing up. “wait. Where are you going?” I question, looking up at him.