Fat Chance

Chapter 1

“Please tell me you didn’t leave my brand new v-neck at one of your guys’ houses the other night, Evie,” Kenadi called from her closet. She’d been searching for something to wear to the photo shoot she was doing for a new fitness store. She was the photographer, not the model.

“This one?” Evie asked, standing in the doorway, shirt in hand.

“Yes! Thank god it’s not ‘lost’ like the last one,” she remarked, bending down to grab her jeans.

“For your information, Miss Thing, I haven’t even gotten a chance to wear that one yet. You left it in the bathroom,” Evie retorted.

Evie walked back into her room, and sat on the bed. She turned on the TV for background noise, and grabbed her laptop. She decided to check her email and Facebook before she had to get ready for work. She saw that it was a friend’s birthday, and posted the usual, “Happy birthday! Hope it’s great!” on their wall. She honestly wouldn’t have even known it was their birthday had it not been for Facebook. Then again, the same probably goes for her where others are concerned.

“How do I look?” Kenadi asked, walking in and twirling to show off her outfit.

“Great! I thought you were going to shoot. What’s the occasion?” Evie asked, surprised. Kenadi didn’t normally get dressed up for photo shoots. Probably had to do with the fact that she was running everywhere to set things up since she was usually by herself.

“Um, hello?! Fitness store? Hot guys, remember? I mean, I get to stare at them for hours on end; the least they could do is stare back at me, not the camera,” she said, checking herself out in Evie’s mirror, “Thanks for making me buy these jeans. They make my ass look fantastic!”

Evie laughed. Kenadi did look hot. And she had to make her buy them. First, they were on sale. That’s just BEGGING to be bought. Second, it was the last pair they had in that size. If that’s not fate telling you to get them, she wasn’t sure what was.

“Of course! Oh, hey, today’s Alex’s birthday, by the way. Make sure you say happy birthday at some point,” Evie reminded her. She shut her laptop and went to head to her closet.

“Oh good. Thanks for reminding me. Okay, I gotta go,” she said, walking into the living room, grabbing her purse and keys, “I should be home around 8:30, wanna grab drinks somewhere?”

“Sure! The shop closes at 7 tonight, so I’ll be here. Go see hot guys!” Evie said, rushing Kenadi out the door.

It was 8:15 AM. The bakery opened at 10 and Evie always gave herself two hours to wake up, eat, and get dressed before work. She decided she would use the next 15 minutes to sit and soak in the quiet before, what was sure to be, a hectic day.

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As she pulled into the back of the bakery, she noticed she’d gotten there before Mike, the head cashier. She was slightly surprised until she realized it was still 9:30. She gathered her things, and headed to the door. When she walked in, the sweet smell of chocolate and vanilla embraced her. She could hear the unmistakable voice of Frank Sinatra being played through the bakery speakers. This was her favorite place. She would spend hours and hours in this bakery and never get tired of it. She went to the office, and set her stuff down at her desk. Because she was assistant manager, she was second in command. That, consequently, allotted her a desk of her own.

The closer it got to 10, the more people started to show up. Stella, the owner, and her husband, Ben, had been busy all morning making the usual croissants, muffins, cheesecakes, and cupcakes. Evie could tell that there were a few custom cake orders being processed because there were some half-done cakes in the fridge, and Ben was whipping up a fresh batch of fuchsia fondant.