Silent

Chapter 3

I pull up at the empty parking lot of my bakery. As usual, i am the first to arrive. I step out of my car and the cool wind hit me with full force. The whole place looked like a graveyard. Quiet with not a single person in site. I walked towards the doors and opened them. I turned the closed sign to the other side which read 'Open'.

The bakery is not that big. The cash register and the kitchen is on the left side of the room. The chairs are made of wood and placed four each on rectangular tables while three on the round wooden tables. There's also a big shelf behind the counter where bakery goods are on display.

There's a glass showcase in the counter and a blackboard behind it where we write our menu of the day. The place is painted white and a light shade of blue. It has a big glass window where we can see whatever is going on outside.

I had spent alot of money on the interior of the bakery so it would look appealing and inviting to people.

I entered the kitchen area and dropped all the bags containing the items I bought yesterday and started placing them in the their rightful places.

I had already started mixing the barter for the blueberry cupcakes i'm making when the door opened.

"Good morning Ivy" Shay said as she entered. Shay is my most trusted employee and the first person I employed when I newly started the bakery and she's the best thing that ever happened to this bakery.

Her baking skills are the best. She's the second-in-command of the bakery. She's also a single mother. Her five year old daughter is the most adorable girl I have ever seen.

I finish with the cupcakes and place them in the oven before taking out my book to write down instructions for Shay.

Some people may think how does a mute baker run a bakery. Its simple. Like I said Shay is the second in command all I do is write down instructions for her and she knows how to handle the rest.

People think i should learn sign language but I don't think it's necessary for simple reasons; 1)I don't converse with a lot of people and anyone who knows my bakery knows the owner is mute (2) not everyone understands sign language (3) if I were to learn it Marie and Aunt Maria will learn it which to me is a waste of time and energy because only the both of them will understand me. They can't follow me everywhere like lapdogs to speak for me.

So I stick to my book. It's very huge. Blue in colour with a spot for storing my pen. I have already printed papers in some pages of simple words like 'Please', 'Sorry', 'Excuse me', etc. I carry it everywhere i go even to the bathroom.

After i finish with writing down Shay's instructions I noticed that the other staffs had come in. Paige and Harry. Paige and Harry are in college and are part-time workers. While Tom who is currently at school is a high schooler. He comes here after school.

All of them are lovely kids. It's quite a surprise that Harry is very good in baking seeing as he's a guy not to be sexist or anything. But not all guys can bake as good as Harry he has this secret recipe that we are yet to find out that makes his cakes delicious.

I look at the time and it's already 7:36am. People are going to come in soon so I better go write down the menu.

I walk out of the kitchen and head to blackboard behind the counter to write down today's menu:

Blueberry muffins
Chocolate chip cookies
Velvet cake
Blueberry cupcakes
Mixed Berry yoghurt
Coffee
Tea
Juice
Nutella sandwich
Fries
Pasta
Pretzel
Pancakes

Recently I started adding food onto the list. Although my bakery is quite successful I just felt I should add other things into the menu to spice things up.

It's been going good so far we have early customers because they drop in for breakfast. The menu changes with time. This is just the morning menu at 12pm the menu would change then by 4pm it would change again. I know,my bakery is cool thank you very much.

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The sun is about to set. There are still customers at the bakery. I just finished making three batch of chocolate cookies and I'm just seating down on my favourite chair near the window when a red Ferrari pulled in.

It's not rare for rich people to come here but this car had something about it. You know in the movies when a rich person pulls up in a driveway and steps out in slow motion.

Exactly what's happening. The aura surrounding this guy screams power and money. He's face looks familiar maybe I must have seen him on TV or something.

He steps into my bakery and boy is he hot! He looks like a Greek god the most handsome Greek god to be precise.

I stayed in my position and watched his movements. He walked like an Armani model on a runway. He has jet black hair that looks like he runs his hand through it every five minutes and a jawline chiseled to perfection, bluish eyes and is about 6'3 tall, broad shoulders. Did I mention sexy? Well he is sexy! Undeniably sexy.

"Welcome to Ivy's Bakery what can i get you sir?" Tom said. He came in two hours ago.

"Two blueberry muffins, apple pie and a mango smoothie" He said in a very smooth yet authoritative voice and a slight hint of Italian accent in it.

Everything about him is just perfect. I can't take my eyes off him. He is just too handsome. A work of art and I'm not even kidding.

He left the counter and started walking towards my direction. Before I could blink he was in front of me.

My seat is at the end corner and away from all the other tables but it's a bit closer to the table he decided to sit on. Opposite me might I add.

Looking at him now I can swear i have seen this face somewhere. Where exactly i don't know but I have a gut feeling it's not from tv or any magazine.

I realised I was staring at him for a while i just hope fate is on my side and he didn't notice. I look up and meet his eyes staring back at me and smirking.

"Are you done checking me out?" He said with smirk on his lips while I scowled at him.

I remember this jerk, he's the one who called me a beggar.