Coffee, Brownies and Adonis

It was a gloriously sunny day. I could have been soaking up the sun, lounging at the beach, ‘hanging’ with my friends at the mall or even playing a nice, sweaty game of basketball. Instead, here I was, in this deadly, smelly congested place they call a market.

Ignoring my desperate pleas this morning, mum sent me to the market to pick up some vegetables and fruits. Now, I hate eating veggies and fruits. I also despise places filled with big women pushing past me and glaring at me if I so much as step in their way. Oblivious to my aversions, mom gave me the money and sent me on my way with a goodbye in the form of, “Go get some fresh air.” Fresh air at the marketplace? HAH!

As I was being pushed around and bumped into, a delicious aroma wafted toward me and tickled my nose. It was soft, warm and buttery. Buttery? I looked to my left and saw the cutest little cottage I’ve ever come across. There were lush green roses dotted with blood red roses on either side of the entrance and the windows displayed a very welcoming interior.

The solitary cottage where the source of my delicious aroma originated from was, I realised, a bakery. It was also my personal escape from this marketplace. As I inched through the crowd, all I could see was that immaculate haven. The deafening sounds of people shouting, cars honking and annoying little kids screaming, dulled to a soft buzz as I focussed all my senses on that little slice of Paradise.

Stepping into the bakery, I was struck by how different it was from all the other places around. Cakes were lined up next to an inviting display of an array of sinfully rich pastries. The aroma of coffee was the last straw; I sat down and placed a calorie filled order.

As I gazed out the window at the market, I realised that it did not look half as bad from where I now sat. And then.

I sucked in my breath as I saw a brown-haired, grey eyed Adonis walking toward the bakery. ‘Why would he be in a place like this?’ I thought to myself. He entered the little cottage and looked around. What little breath I was hoarding inside me whooshed out as his gaze settled on me and he gave me a crooked smile. He started walking toward me and my stomach began doing little somersaults.

“Hey. I think you dropped your phone in your hurry to get out of that chaos,” he smiled down at me.

“Oh gosh, yeah, thanks,” I mumbled as I felt a flair light up my cheeks.

“I’m Nick, may I?” he gestured to the seat next to me.

“Yes please!” I gushed, “I’m Caitlyn, by the way.”

The day suddenly became gloriously sunny again, with a little help from my coffee, brownie and Adonis. I mean Nick. Did I mention how much I love marketplaces?