You're My Spark

1\\ Chaos

[A N N E T T E]

"Behave, alright?" I grabbed my bag from the hook near the front door, swinging it over my shoulder. I looked back down at Freckle, jumping around at my feet with all her energy, "-that means no peeing on the carpet or destroying my shoes, hear me?"

Freckle obviously didn't reply, she just jumped up, placing her feet against my leg, trying to get to my hands. I reached down and stroked her head, "I trust you Freckle," I laughed, I was probably going to regret saying that.

I carefully snuck out the door and pulled the tarp off the motorbike. It's colour glistened under the clouded sun, even though it was dirty. I'd just passed my bike license, so now I'm free to ride whenever I like, wherever I like! Tom told me that if I wanted it, it was practically mine now, he wasn't around to ride it anymore.

I forgot my helmet (forgetful me) and darted around the corner of my small, grey-rendered unit and into the side door, picking up the slightly grotty helmet from the laundry and darting back outside before Freckle heard me. My helmet was different to Tom's, it's black with a streak of purple on either side- Tom bought it for me 2 years ago now.

Before I knew it, I felt the wind in my hair and the breeze against my limbs, the motorbike zooming down the streets of London. My eyes stung, I hadn't slept much last night, but by the time I'd pulled up, that feeling was all but gone.

I work a M&L Bakery, a small little hobble of a shop on the outer rim of London city. It wasn't new, nor fancy, but it did it's job and was quite a popular little place during lunch hours (apparently the pastries are to die for, I wouldn't know as I only make them, not taste them.. unfortunately). The exterior is red brick with a faded white shade above the front window and an old, damaged sign hanging above the door. There was also a small set of table and chairs, but I hadn't see anyone sit outside there since last summer.

I pushed on the front door, checking to see if they'd unlocked it, which they hadn't, so I reached into my shoulder bag and fumbled around for my set of keys, only to have the door opened from the inside once I'd found them.

"Good morning lovely!" Said a familiar, friendly toned voice. I looked up from the keys in my hands to see André, my fabulous friend from work standing there.

I laughed, stepping inside, "Morning André, how are you?"

"I'm doing just fine, how are you?"

André was the second person I ever met when I started work here 3 years ago and we've been friends ever since. With his charismatic humor, gentlemanly habits and Fijian heritage look on life, what's not to love about him?

"I'm okay, just a little tired." I smiled, walking past him as he followed behind, already in his uniform, his apron tied around his waist.

The insides of this bakery wasn't a lot different to the exterior. Exposed red brick walls, oak polished tables and small, rusted decor signs and potted cacti to decorate around the tables and chairs. The food case was almost empty, but a few things had been out put- we opened in three quarters of an hour.

I walked around the counter, pushing back the swinging entrance, walking into the back kitchen where flour, grains and various ingredients ready for breakfast wraps were set out across the stainless steel benches. Kiya, one of my other work buddies (also one of my closest) was kneading dough with floury hands.

"Morning Ki'" I yawned, walking around the benches, past the ovens and into the small staff storage, "How are you?" I called out to her.

"I'm all good, how are you?" She replied, Kiya (Ki for short) was always a good friend. We weren't absolute closest of close close like Zoe and I, but she was always there when I needed her and she was great to have a laugh with.