The Girl at The Bakery

Ch. Three

Chapter Three

The following Monday, I felt horrible I just didn't want to go anywhere. Let alone work, so Mai told me to stay home and we're just going to be closed for two days because she has to go to her brother in law's birthday party. And is staying with them for a little because she hardly gets to see them.

"Okay so just don't go downstairs because I don't want the place to be infected by your sickness." Mai tells me before she's out the door.

I roll my eyes.

"How long will you be gone?" I ask her changing the subject.

"I'll be back tomorrow morning, so don't stay up too late and make sure to get some rest here and there." She orders me.

"Alright Mai, now shoo. You have a long drive ahead of you." I say shooing her with my hand.

She rolls her eyes at my remark then grabs her duffel bag and walks out through the door.

*~*

I was coughing then I heard someone knock at the door. I got up and walked over to it and looked through the peep hole I sighed and opened it.

"Peter, what on earth are you doing here?" I ask him tired.

He looks at me and frowns then let's himself in.

"The place is closed how did you get inside?" I ask him.

"Your roommate was just about to leave and I asked her if you were here then she let me in and told me to take care of you until she comes back." He explains to me.

"But don't you have to go home? You honestly don't have to waste your time on me you know." I say softly.

He then walks into the kitchen and grabs a can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup and grabs a pot and places it on the stove and then opens the can and pours it into the soup making sure to fill the can up with a little bit of water from the sink then pour it in the pot with the soup. He turns on the stove and let's the soup cook.

"But I don't mind. And are you coming to class tomorrow?" He asks looking at me carefully.

I look up at him and adjust my glasses and shake my head.

"I don't think so, I probably have to help with the new shipment of supplies that's coming in the morning." I explain to him.

"Why work so much?" He frowns.

I sighed and looked at him.

"Because I have to if I want to survive college let alone life in general." I reply with a small chuckle.

My life is a joke. So whenever I talk about it I laugh or chuckle.

"But you-" Then he got cut off by paying attention to the soup.

I gave a sigh of relief and thank the soup personally.

It's not that I have a problem talking to cute guys. It's the fact that one is actually talking to me. I'm not sure why he is, but now I can live a satisfied lifestyle knowing that I had a cute guy caring about me.

I was a freak back in high school last year. Like whenever I tried to talk to a cute guy, they either led me on or just plain out rejected me.

"Okay here's your soup, be careful it's really hot." He says placing my bowl of soup in front of me.

"Urm thank you." I muttered while blowing over my bowl.

"That's a cute bowl, where did you get it?" He asks taking a seat on the smaller couch.

"I actually made it, last year." I explained.

He looks impressed.

"Wow, did you take a sculpting class or something?" He asks me.

"Yeah, I made like three coffee mugs and two bowls." I said while taking a slurp or sip whatever you call it.

"Well I know a great pottery place not too far from here. We should go sometime." He says while sending a quick text message.

I sighed, then closed my eyes. While feeling the spoonfuls of soup go down my messed up throat. Like it'll make me forget that I'm sick.

"Maybe. I still am getting used to a guy in my apartment." I muttered to mostly myself.

The last guy that was here in my apartment was him.

I really wish he hadn't. Especially after that day. The day that made me realize all men are the same.

"Well just think of me as the good guy then. Because the only I want to do is just hang out with you." Peter explains softly while frowning at me.

That's what I thought he was. The good guy.

"Well see." Was all I said.

*~*

Peter helped me down the stairs and I swatted his hand away, making him chuckle.

"The back door is over there. The delivery guy should be here in twenty minutes." I explained while getting off the last step.

Apparently he decides to come today then to come tomorrow. He couldn't deliver tomorrow because something happened at his work and he had to be there. And his work is five hours away from here.

That's where the company is that we get our dough, food, and ingredients that we need to bake our food.

"Are you guys hiring?" He randomly asks me once we walked outside.

I raise my eyebrow at him.

"No, it's just Mai and I. We have a no guy policy. Sorry." I said looking away from him.

"Oh, why?" He frowns.

"Because we had a guy work for us, and he almost.... Well let's just say that we had to get the police to take him away and we had to fill out his papers that he can never work here again." I informed him. But didn't mention the whole story.

He couldn't know that the person in the story was him. He'll put the pieces together. Peter will. He might be good looking and clueless at school. But he can judge a book by its pages.

Peter will figure out that the guy in the story. The person I referred to as him, is someone from my past. Which is,

My ex boyfriend Ian.

Then the deliver truck came. And the delivery man jumped out of the driver's seat with an automatic clipboard.

"Sign here." He says in his strong Italian accent.

"I thought you stopped hiring men." He says while giving a pointed look to Peter.

Yes, he was there that day. He got the guy away from... Anyways. He was a big help. He stayed with us until the end of the day when it was closing time.

"He's just someone from my school." I said signing the automatic clipboard then handing it back to him.

He just nodded. And opened the back of the semi truck.