A Fling To Remember

4 - I Gave My Number To The Jerk

Evie's POV

"Hey! You ask that again nicely with a please," I warned him. "Or get going!"

He stared at me like he couldn't believe his ears. He closed his eyes for a second. "Fine. Please. Get. Me. Another. Cake." He opened his eyes. "My grandmother wants it just like that." He looked like it pained him to say please.

"Wait here." I peered down at the fallen cake. It was mint green in color with white flowers on top of it. I searched for a similar one, but couldn't find it. I remembered that Trevor told me it was custom made. So I selected one that was green in color and showed it to him.

He took one look at it and curled his lips. "That's not the same cake."

"Obviously." I rolled my eyes. "That one's on the floor. Which I have to clean, thanks to you."

"It wasn't my mistake," he said arrogantly. "My grandmother wants the exact same cake. She won't settle for anything else."

"Sorry. But that was the only one available."

"You made me say please, and you don't even have the cake?!" he said, his voice incredulous.

"Look mister." I pointed my index finger in his face. "Don't you talk to me like that. Especially when it was your fault. I handed it right to you."

He threw up his arms. "I wasn't even taking it."

"You raised your hand palm up!"

"Couldn't you wait till I was looking up too? Couldn't you see I was busy with my phone?"

I folded my hands across my chest. "That's all you've been doing since you came here! How was I supposed to know that you even know how to look straight up?"

He gave a half suppressed laugh. "Just get me someone who knows what they're doing."

Did he just indirectly say that I was incompetent? "Trevor's not here. And even if he was, he'd support me." Trevor most definitely would not. And I remembered him asking me to be nice. Bakery staff being rude would reflect badly on his business. I'd already yelled at one customer earlier. Maybe I could salvage this one.

Only for Trevor.

"I need that cake," he said again.

Poising myself, I sophisticatedly said, "If you leave your phone number here, I'll get back to you as soon as I can. There's no bakers available right now." Trevor and an other guy were the only bakers. They'd both left. It was just a small bakery with little staff.

"I need the cake now!" he said in a panicky voice. "Her birthday's today!"

Damn! "Trevor will be back in an hour. I'll let him know as soon as he comes. I'm new here."

"Great!" he said. "This is just great. This was the only thing I thought wouldn't get screwed today. But no, you managed to do that too. Today's the worst day ever. I've been dealing with people like you all day, people who've been making my day hell."

I pointed my finger at him. "Don't you pin this on me. I told you I'll get your cake soon. Just write down your phone number." I handed him a small piece of paper. There was no other staff in the bakery I could ask help from.