Running Wolf

2: greetings

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Thankfully, it's a lot easier working in the back. It's been a week of smelling fresh coffee and bread and it always manages to put a smile on Katya's face. Ed, who is definitely Eve's husband because of how much he brags about them being married for 35 years, is hilarious. Always telling stories of his parents and starting out like, 'when I was a young boy.' Katya can't help but think of her Uncle Andrew.

It's very different from her old home. She tried not to compare the two since it just reminds her of why she's here in the first place but it's hard. She can't help but feel a bit paranoid. Like having to bit her tongue before she speaks or what questions she could ask as well.

However best part is that she almost knew how to cook everything that's on the menu. From pancakes to panini, she's done most of it. Because of all that has occurred she hasn't really gotten the chance to make home cooked meals. Being on the road with her uncle has got her living on junk food for ages.

"Kat? Hey girlie?" she snaps out of her reminiscing to face a concerned Ed. "Ya losing ya hearing now?" He pulls on her ear and shrugs away from him, smiling.

"Nah Ed. Just thinking. Whatcha need?"

"Well, I have to run to the market to get some ingredients so I need you to finish frosting all this cupcakes. And put the decorations on them as well. Got it?"

She mocks salute and hold up the piping bag like a gun and that gets a chuckle at of him. "At ease, soldier." She hears him chuckle till the door chimes ring.

She turns back to the table and see that there are about 160 more cupcakes to go. Plus the decorations.

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Three Hundred frosted and fondant covered cupcakes later, (and no shaking can take away the cramp Katya's arm has developed),   it was done. She had thought that they went over time but 45 minutes later and she's still waiting for it to be delivered.

"Wow, what a prick." she mutters, kicking at the table with her boot. Ed hums along with her. Probably taking this time to count recent expenses. For what, she have no idea of. She sighs, letting out a loud and obnoxious sigh.

"Shit." Grunt. Another swear. "Sorry girlie but I must attend to this. Worse than I thought. Be nice when they pick it up, yeah?"

She groaned loudly. "A nice as an irritated 21 year old can be because she has to stay after and make loaves of bread!" she gets louder the faster he walks away. She could hear the rumble of his laugh.

Silence took over the kitchen as she begin to bite her nails. Force of habit. It isn't really a thing she does when she's nervous or scared. It's more of a comfort thing. Mama hates when she would bit them, going as far as to slap her hand. She said it was disgusting. She stills scoffs at Katya when she bit into her nails.

"Are you even supposed to be on this side of town?" A low murmur, sounding a lot like Mia, spoke. Something slammed against the hardwood counter, getting a yelp out of the girl.