Hide and Seek (not continuing)

Chapter 10 - Cupcakes

[A/N.]

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[Camille.] 

It was noon and I was right on time for my shift at the coffee shop. Classes this morning were quite boring so I hoped my shift today would be somehow more exciting. As I entered the shop, getting away from the cold outside and into the warmth, I was immediatly greeted by Denise, who was as cheery as always.

“Hello Cami! Ready for another great day?” She said from behind the counter. What’s with her and that permanent happiness? I just gave her a small smile, and went directly to the back of the shop where I put my coat and bag. Denise entered just after me.

“Do you want to serve the customers today, or do you prefer doing the cupcakes?” she asked me. Was this even a question? If I could choose between people and something else, I’d most likely choose that something else.  

“Cupcakes, please.” I answered. Denise just smiled “I knew you’d say that. But you’ll have to try one time to help me with the customers, you can’t stay in the kitchen forever you know.” I knew she was right, but I just wasn’t great with people. I felt more comfortable in the kitchen, where I would be doing what I’m good at: baking stuff and staying away from people. I just realized that sounded really sad. Oh well.

Denise went to the front of the shop again. I entered the kitchen, put my apron on and immediately started working on those cupcakes. I always needed to bake a lot since they were sold like crazy. While making the dough, my mind went back to last night.

Thankfully, the elevator had started working again after less than a half an hour. When Natalie and I had gotten out of it, she gave me her number and said I could call her if I ever felt the need to talk about my social anxiety. Apparently, she had it when she was younger. That’s why she knew perfectly what to do when I had a panic attack. She also said I could just come knock on her door when I needed her, as she was living only two doors away.

Just as I put the first load of cupcakes in the oven, I heard noises coming from the front of the shop. I guess the first customers for lunch must’ve arrived. Hopefully it won’t take too long for the first cupcakes to be ready. I started working on the second load as I heard someone call my name. Denise entered the kitchen.

“Cami, how are those cupcakes going?” she asked.

“Just fine,  they won’t take too long anymore.” I answered, looking at the timer on the oven.

“Great! Oh by the way,” she said with a michievous smile, “what’s about that British boy from yesterday?”

I internly groaned. You offer a coffee to a popstar once, and you’ll have to be dealing with Denise forever.

“Denise, you’ve got to stop with that British boy stuff.” I said, still friendly because I knew she was just being curious. That’s something we had in common; being nosy.

“But you love British boys!” she exclaimed once again. I sighed, already regretting the time I told her that one of my fantasies was meeting a hot British boy. I was just joking around, knowing that it would never happen because I didn’t have the guts to move to London or the UK in general, even though it was one of my dreams. But since Harry showed up yesterday, I could’ve expected this reaction of her. It was kind of funny though, it seemed like she was even more excited about me meeting him than I was. Do not understand me wrong, I’m glad I met him because he’s great to talk to – and I don’t say that often because I rarely talk to people – but I won’t be jumping around like Denise is doing either. So since I wasn’t giving her the reaction she wanted, Denise left, leaving me with the pastries.