Laundry makes her feel better. As she finishes and gets it out of the dryer, it brings her to memories with her mom when she's still young. The simple act of folding the clothes and being with family.
It's another weekend! Time to let loose!
After hanging her stuff in the balcony, she is in the mood to do some quick, easy baking. Her tummy's craving for a batch of warm, tender cinnamon bites!
She heads toward the kitchen and prepped the ingredients. It is effortless when she cooks (or bakes) alone.
Oven is primed at 375 degrees farenheit. The large Pillsbury cookie sheet's ready and greased. She cut each roll into four. Bites are baked until she see them as golden brown.
After which, she drizzle an icing on top of baked cinnamons and placed it on a round serving plate.
She keeps on baking more bites when her iPhone beeped.
"Hi."
Instinctively, it is someone who's vividly clear in her subconscious mind. But she cannot name.
"???"
After her sent reply, her iPhone vibrates while ringing from the same unknown number. She picks it up in slowmo.
"Hello?"
"Pat?"
Her heart stopped.
"Who's this?" Sounding extra authoritative.
She let go a long sigh and controlled her heart pace.
"Rigby here."
"Oh!"
"What's cooking?"
Did he just say "what's cooking"? How did he know Patty's in the kitchen?
Creepy.
"How did you know I am ..."
"Oh. Dinner time. Unless, you're into an after six diet."
For every unwanted feeling lies an immediate answer next to it. She admits having uneasy thoughts about the new guy. How come she's unfair to someone so nice? Why so judgmental?
"Actually, I baked some cinnamon just now."
"Hmmm, perfect partner of espresso or latte or even for cold drinks!"
"Yeah."
"Let's have some Fika. Sorry I pushed you to treat me. I'm the man. I am being rude. Sorry."
"As in, coffee, now?"
"Whatever time suits your availability tonight. I'd love to try your baked goodies."
"Ahhh ... I think I ..."
Before she can decline the invite, he plead.
"Can I bring home some for my kid? She's a fan of sweet pastries."
A kid. Rigby has a little kid. That fact makes it a lot easier for her to play so-so with this man. He is already a father; A responsible one. And an older brother she never had.
No more, no less.
"Will pick you up by nine, Pat."
"Okay. Aberva apartments, along Manelle Road."
"Got it. See you."
Now she's going out. Should she atleast inform Rye? How could she mention to him a guy's name she just met yesterday? Is it even legit to tell a white lie?
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Decency
RomanceA citified girl named Patrycja is blissfully living a life. She is attractive, witty & engaged to her first love. And then, there's Rigby. A married man in his mid-thirties, enjoying a life too, finds himself in an obnoxious experience as he strange...
