1001 LOVE STORIES(book Of Oneshots)

Baker (60)

Word count:3274

Have you ever seen someone so beautiful you believe that the gods themselves made him for no reason but to make the rest of us models depressed.

That's Mal.

The baker of a local bakery a few blocks from my home.

I seen him about two years ago and for a moment I knew I was in love with him.

I saw him early one morning the week I moved into the neighborhood.

Then one morning while I was looking for a good place to find a coffee I saw him.

Beating doe in the window of a small bakery. Looking stunning and focussed.

I found myself stopping to watch. He was god like utterly stunning and I know it's shallow but I feel in love with his looks.

He then looked up seeing me and my heart jumps out of my chest. He offers me a smile and I can't help but smile back.

With that I force myself to leave and that's how I fell in love.

The next day. I went to the bakery to find it packed.

There was no less then thirty people mostly girls but some guys we're sprinkled in.

I found myself waiting watching as girls flirted with him and he awkwardly smiled.

I sat in the line for about twenty minutes only to realise I had to get to work and as sad as it was I couldn't stay.

The next day. I tried thirty minutes earlier and it was again packed.

I stayed for as long as it was possible but between flirting women trying hard to stand out in the crowd the line never seemed to move.

The next day I tried again but the pattern was the same. Some people even waiting outside in the bitter cold.

The next day. I walked past looking thought the window as he smiled at his.

When I got off work it would always be closed and I knew better to spend the fourty five minutes I had for lunch in line so I was never able to go.

Never able to meet the man of my dreams.

As the months past this scary little thing called logic kicked in.

That he was more then likely straight. Married and if not. What would make me any different from the people who came in.

Everyone probably liked his looks and were much better looking than me.

But about once every week when the line isn't too long and I think that I could make it I wait. Only to be disappointed.

Being the forth person in the line so close that I could tell the color of his eyes before realizing that I had to go.

And strangely enough.

It would be the times that I had off. Saturdays and Sundays that be would be closed.

There was no chance for him to ever really notice me.

And it hurt.

Then two years passed, two years of secretly wanting to meet him.

Two years of wanting him to notice me.

Then one day on my door was a flyer. For Mal's bakery order out.

He had delivery.

But oddly enough the times where only after the bakery closed and the weekends.