I woke up at 4.30am and jumped in the shower, continuing with my daily routine , i picked out my outfit for the day; black t-shirt, navy jeans and black pair of pumps, my hair was thrown into a messy ponytail as i jogged down the stairs and out the door, on my way to work. I own a bakery around the corner, it's not big but it's enough. I've always dreamed about owning a bakery and now I final do. I went into the small kitchen in the rear of the building and get many trays out of the cupboard. Taking out the measuring scales I began to measure out the ingredients for the batches of bread, 500g grams of flour, 7g of yeast, 1 tsp of sugar 2 tsp of salt, 300ml water, 3 tbsp of oil and preceeded to form a dough, allowing enough time for it to rise and back before store opens. The shop didn't open for another three hours so i had more than enough time. In the mean time i had to decorate many cakes and clean the tables for the customers.
I turned the lights on in the front of shop to reveal my long hard work. The light bounced off the white and pale blue walls making the place lighter. There were a few tables scattered around with chairs, as well with a bar on the back wall with stools. The colour scheme throughout my little cafe was pale blues with sudden bursts of bold purples. The sky grey couches were scattered with throws and cushions with the occassional teddy bear - it was very homely, especially with the smell of coffee and freshly made bread every morning.
I got to work decorating the little cupcakes, some with raspberry ripple icing, another straberry, a few blueberry swirl. Creating a little rainbow for the display. I removed some larger cakes out of the fridge which i had baked, iced and set the previous night and set them on their relative stands. Time: 7.00am, my two servers should be arriving soon. I took my attention back to the bread dough that was in the cupboard next to the boiler. I floured the side and began to kneed the dough when Kian came in, my boyfriend of 3 years and employee.
''Morning beautiful.'' He said making himself a cup of tea.
''Hey sleepy.'' I replied keeping my concentration fixed on the dough beneath my hands. I often found it relaxing, kneeding dough. I felt a pair of hands on my waist, which developed into the pair of arms to which they belonged. ''What you after?" I asked him.
''Nothing'' he gave me a light peck on the neck. ''Just wanted to hug you that's all.'' His hands slivered down my arms ''and to help'' as he rested his hands on top of mine. It was a real Ghost moment (a/n: if you've not seen that movie, Patrick Swayze and the iconic pottery scene, watch it xx) I wrigled out of his grasp to put the bread in the oven for the twenty minutes it required, but soon found myself back between his arms, right were I wanted to be.
His eyes were locked on mine and we stood in silence. Every now and again he would yawn, mornings were not his thing, which made me smile. ''Hey y/n?" he said finally.
''Yes kian.'' i mumbled as i lifted up the mug of tea and took a sip.
''Can i have a cupcake? They look yummy'' I smiled, and nodded.
The oven dinged and out came the bread, ready to be cooled. ''Smells good'' A voice said behind me and his arms were back around me.
''Unlike you'' I joked as i put the individual loaves on the cooling rack.
Time: 7.30am ''Right, time to open'' i said putting on a clean apron.
