The Cupcake Theory

4) The Sweet Life of Mac (and Cheese)

4) The Sweet Life of Mac (and Cheese)

"Come on, Mackenzie cheer up. The sun is shining, the birds are singing and you've just eaten a tub of ice cream. What more could you want from life?" Charlie spins around the pathway like he's about to break into song. I really hope he doesn't.

"Would you like a list? Wait let me get my pinterstboard out." Taking a deep breath I prepare to make Charlie regret his question. "The ability to teleport so I don't have to drive everywhere, a giant library, a hot British prince boyfriend that bakes for me. A cottage in the middle of the forest which is also my super-secret superhero hideout-"

"It was a rhetorical question. You need to set some more realistic goals otherwise you're going to be very disappointed with your birthday present," he shakes his head.

"Okay, I'll admit the cottage is a bit unrealistic but I think you should strive to dream big. Go big or go home and hibernate forever." I adjust my ponytail for work. "I like to think that life is like a box of chocolates-"

"Each one you eat you get closer towards death." An older lady joins in on the conversation.

We both take a cautious step to the right avoiding the ladies stare, "Isn't she just a ray of sunshine? Aren't old people supposed to be all happy and wanting to fatten you up with pie?"

"I was going to say that there will be parts you want to savour and some parts that you don't like. That's why we have friends to share them with." I continue.

"Wow," Charlie pauses "you actually sounded wise for a second there. Zoe is definitely rubbing off on you."

I push him into the bushes. Well, it was more like me nudging him then he ends up tripping over his own feet and into a nice bush on the sidewalk .

I try to keep a straight face but I burst into laughter instead.

"Hey," Charlie tries and fails to get up "Why would you do that to your best friend? What would have happened if I died? Who would be your work buddy? Who-"

I cut him off , "I get it. Now come on Mr Overdramatic you're going to make both of us late for work."

***
"Hey Mace," Charlies head pops out from around the corner trying to contain a smile "can you take table 5, I kind of need some help out front."

I look up at him, "There are two reasons why I don't serve people Charlie. One, I'm terrible at talking to customers and do I have to remind you of the milkshake waterfall incident? The floor is still sticky from all the milkshakes I've spilt."

Being my clumsy self, whenever they tried to get me to serve customers, the drinks would usually end up somehow on the customer or on the floor. After a week of trying to master the skill of carrying drinks and taking orders I was put into the back area to bake instead.

"Please, just once. I really think you should take the table" he urges likes it a life or death matter.

"Okay fine but don't blame me if the customer gets punched in the face or has a milkshake spilt on them," I take off my apron that's covered in cake batter.

"Ah, Mace. You might want to get the flour off your face before you go outside."

I look at myself in the oven door, to find my face has flour on it. I'm paler than usual ,which is saying something for someone that gets sunburnt from being in the sun for 5 minutes.

Dusting the flour off my face I make my way out the front to see that the cafe is packed.
Oh this isn't good.

Lots of people = little space
Little space = not much space to move
No space = clumsy
Clumsy= spilling drink
Spilling drink = angry person
Angry gang leader = hate at first sight which turns into a friendship which turns into a dramatic love story or death