The whole point of running a bakery was because your mom claimed it was a fun and low-stress job. Boy, was she wrong.
What could go wrong? All you had to do was mix flour and sugar all day and try not to burn yourself on the oven. But for someone as clumsy as you, you had a whole new list of challenges.
You and your mom had dreamed of opening a bakery together ever since you were seven. Baking was a common interest shared by you two and it was the only thing keeping you sane. So, naturally, as soon as you graduated college with a business degree, you were excitedly awaiting the grand opening that you had been preparing for since day one.
Luckily for you, it turns out that people from Wisconsin loved cupcakes. Business was booming since opening day and you were living the dream. Sure, it was tough only having one other person to bake the hundreds of treats that were sold each day, but you wouldn't trade your profession for the world.
Today was nothing out of the ordinary. You woke up, got dressed, ate a muffin from a batch you had prepared the previous night, said goodbye to your adorable Australian Shepherd named Sprinkles, and left your small studio apartment to go to work.
You pushed the glass door open and inhaled the sweet scent of the sugary treats. Sure, the shop might be small, but it had everything you would ever need. The walls were painted a subtle pink and matching flowers sat on a vase on each metal table that lined the wall to the left of the doorway. On the opposite wall was the display case filled with every kind of treat imaginable with the cash register sitting on top. Behind the counter was a door that led to where the magic happened, the kitchen.
"Morning." You greet your mom while setting your belongings onto a small shelf behind the counter.
"You too, dear." She replied while smearing vanilla frosting onto a cupcake with her elbows resting on the counter.
You were planning on helping her frost the batch of cupcakes before the shop opened for the day, but a loud ringing noise interrupted you.
You picked up the phone and answered in a bubbly voice. "Hello, this is Millers Bakery, how can I help you?"
"Yeah, uh, can I get eight dozen red velvet cupcakes for this weekend?" The husky male voice on the other end of the phone asked.
Holy crap. You were used to orders consisting of only one or two dozen, but you aren't known as one to turn down a challenge. "Yeah, can you pick them up or do you want us to drop them off somewhere?"
"Can you drop them off at Miller Park at one in the afternoon on Saturday?" The voice politely asked.
"Sure, no problem." You replied while trying to scribble the address onto a napkin. "What's the name for the order?"
"Christian Yelich."
You finally put two-and-two together and nearly dropped the pen you were writing with. "O-ok, have a nice day." You said in shock after you two were both silent for longer than comfortable.
You carelessly threw the phone into its holder and told your mom the good news. This celebration lasts until the realization hits you, you have two days to not only make the multitude of cupcakes but also run the shop.
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Driving your mom's minivan across town with a batch of cupcakes in the back definitely wasn't easy, but it was a task you completed. You found the location of the address you were given and were surprised to see the gorgeous exterior of the baseball stadium.
You looked down to see the time in glowing white letters on the dashboard. 12:50. A little early, but you had definitely made it on time, nonetheless.
You stayed seated in your car in the empty parking lot for a few moments before heading inside the front doors to get instructions for where to leave the goods.
You pushed the glass door open and scanned the room full of booths where people could buy tickets to the Brewers games. Your eyes met those of a tall brunette who was leaning against one of the booths, scrolling through his phone.
"Uh, hi. Do you know where I can find Christian Yelich?" You asked the very attractive male.
He chuckled and replied in a flirtatious voice while putting his phone into the back pocket of his jeans, "I'm a little sad you don't recognize me."
You connected the dots and blushed in embarrassment. "The cupcakes are in my car, will you help me carry them in?" You asked him while opening the door for yourself.
He followed you out into the parking lot without another word and helped you carry the boxes into a room a few levels below where you had entered the building.
The room was small and had the Brewers logo plastered onto one of the walls. He sat the boxes onto a circular table in the center of the room and you did the same.
"So what's the special occasion?" You ask him, trying to make small talk.
"One of my teammates birthday is tomorrow." He replied while opening one of the boxes and sliding his finger through the icing of a cupcake and moving it into his mouth.
"Holy shit, these are delicious." He compliments you with wide eyes, obviously savoring your masterpiece of a recipe. "Wait here."
You chuckle in response as he darts out of the room, leaving you alone with the cupcakes.
A few minutes later, he returned with a white unsealed envelope in his right hand. He extended his arm out to you and you took the piece of paper from him. It was filled with the money that would pay for the cupcakes and two tickets to tonight's game against the Cardinals.
Your jaw nearly drops to the floor when you see what's written in black marker on the back of the tickets. A phone number. You just got Christian Yelich's phone number.
