Café Luna

7

"Hailey!"

I stare at the mountainous pile of boxes that call my name. Well, I should say the towering bakery boxes, but both Amber and Stacy were each holding six large confectioner boxes side by side, forming a blockade. We couldn't even see their faces, the towers were so tall.

The pastel pink boxes with our signature cursive cafe name scrawled on the sides blasted in a delicious consuming scent when Trevor opened the dark oak door. My darn cousin made it before me, but I didn't count it because I'm currently handicapped.

I could faintly make out the smells of oranges, cherries, green tea, and lemon that luminated under the rich scent of our chocolate treats. It was overpowered and sickly sweet, especially to my werewolf senses but I didn't mind. It was just something you got used to when you were around humans and working in a bakery. In fact, the sugary smells often times gave me a homey feeling.

Noticing movement in the corner of my eyes, I glance to Trevor to see him scrunching his face and covering his nose. "Awe, poor Trevor. Can't take the heavenly sweetness can you? I guess you're not man enough to handle the pressure." I tease him while relieving the top most box from Amber.

He quickly scoffs and takes two more boxes from Amber and Stacey as if trying to prove something. "Says the one who couldn't even get to the door before me." He sends Stacy an exaggerated wink before heading to the kitchen.

"Yeah, well for your information, I let you win." I call after him while closing the door behind my friends. They walk past me not bothering to hide their smiles as they follow Trevor into the kitchen.

I lock the front door pausing once at a faint scratching noise coming from above. I look up the stairs to see Trevor's friend Mason leaning against the polished oak banister. He relaxes once he has my attention and casually leans over the railing while staring down at me with his arms crossed. I stare back at him taking in his open amusement before pointedly looking forward and walking after them.

He let's out a faint grunt before the sound of footsteps on the stairs make me walk faster. Once safely inside our modern kitchen, I kick the door closed and place my box  next to one of the others on the kitchen island.

"Yes, keep telling yourself that, maybe one day it'll come true Hay."

I stand up straighter and unconsciously open the box in front of me. "Okay, you know what Mister? We were neck and neck and if I didn't have this stupid cast, I would have one by a long shot." I lift my wrapped arm to show him.

Amber shakes her head, "Well maybe if you ladies weren't constantly bickering, we could hurry up and package these away and get ready for the party."

I raise my eyebrows, "How do you know about the party? I haven't even told you I was going."

She places her finger on her chin thinking, "Well maybe it's because I was invited?"

Amber claps her hands together squealing, "So that means we're going?!?!? That's great news! I knew bringing a few of my party clothes would pay off."

"Shhhhhhhh." Trevor and I echo each other as we try to quiet her down.

"This is top secret information, I'm currently grounded but Dylan talked me into going so we'll probably leave sometime after eleven and come back by around four? I don't think my dad has the early shift for border patrol so we don't have to worry about that." I check the condition of the lemon tarts in the box before repackaging them and placing them in our second refrigerator for baked goods.

I look around to see everyone doing the same, so I grab another box and open it to find a small chocolate tier cake. "Why do we have so many chocolate cakes and why is it that we can have chocolate when dogs can't?"