Stressed Spelled Backwards |Lesbian Story|

Chapter 11

I was prepared for the life in the big city, but nothing can prepare a girl for anything like real life itself. In fantasy books, the warrior princess knows how much food she will take with her. What sort of monsters she will slay. Should she trust the witch or burn her? It seemed every moment of the journey she had to make a life-and-death decision, but at least, her life sounded more exciting than my current one.

On Friday, I went down to the deli to see if I could borrow some eggs from Celie for my first business launch.

"'Neither a borrower nor a lender be', Miss. Kononovich. Fifty cents per egg."

"What? You charge higher than the supermarket," I said.

"They're organic," she replied with a shrug. "You don't plan to give my beloved customers cancer lumps in the future, do you?"

I rolled my eyes and went back to the apartment. I turned on the music and danced as I mixed the flour and eggs. Once done, I got out the vanilla ice cream. We didn't have any strawberries, so I threw in chopped nuts and candy sprinkles, and topped the whipped cream off with a cherry. I was in love with my dessert. A minute later, the bell rang. I went to open the door and found Clarice, standing there with a wide smile plastered on her face.

The first word that came out of my mouth was, "Nope."

I slammed the door shut. It was clear that I wasn't going to let that devil charm her way into my personal space again.

"Hey, Azra, please, let me in!" cried Clarice, rapping on the door. I groaned when she wouldn't stop abusing my hearing.

"What do you want?" I said when I opened the door again. She sort of pouted in that cute way, and I had to remind myself to be tough.

"I just wanted to drop by to see if your eye is okay," she said and whizzed into my kitchen uninvited. "I brought you some eyedrop."

"Well, it was last week, and I still can see all right, so don't worry," I said and turned to resume my work.

"What are you doing?" she said, staring at my dessert.

"I'm building a nuke in my kitchen, can't you tell?" I said, but she missed my sarcasm.

"Oh, I didn't know you could bake too! You're so cool," Clarice said. "Can I have a taste of that?"

"No, that's for sale." I pulled the dessert away from her protectively. "I'm trying to earn money selling them."

"Well I would love to buy one then," she said. "It looks so adorable."

I was about to refuse, but then how would I know if the dessert held the same glorious flavor as the last time? Celie would be pissed if I brought to her deli with low-quality products. I might as well get a feedback now.

"Okay," I said. "You have a bit and tell me what you think."

I scooped a spoonful of fresh cake and before I could hand it to her, Clarice leaned in with her mouth open, and I ended up spoon-fed her. The sight of her luscious lips wiped away the dessert caused a weird feeling in my body. My face heated up.

"Oh wow, Azra, it tastes fantastic!" she said, smacking lips in delight. "Not even a five-star hotel can serve such a delicious thing! You're a dessert princess!"

I blushed some more.

"You think so?... Thanks," I said.

"You know I admire you," she said and leaned herself against the counter, looking at me with those deep green eyes. "You're very self-efficient, and you look like you never get bored or stressed. You just do your own things."