She wanted to test a theory. He wanted to win a bet. What could possibly go wrong?
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Why was this shit so much easier in the books?!
The Macy Anderson in me would spit out the alternatives to every c...
*Author's Note: Some sexual content ahead, not too bad in my opinion, but it's still there. Thus, read at your own risk. Nevertheless, I do hope you enjoy the few Lola-and-Ace moments here, as well as reading how their relationship slowly began to transform from this point on. Also, meet Piper Sullivan. Stay blessed! :)*
Piper Sullivan - 20 years old
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~Flashback Continued~
~Friday, October 26, 2016~
"That'll be $8.63, Eddie," I tell Edward -or Eddie, as he once told me to call him- after ringing up his six French macaroons.
Eddie was a local senior citizen who lived just a couple of streets down from the marketplace and was one very valuable customer from what I remember. He had apparently been coming in every day ever since Deborah and Lisa first opened up one of their many locations there, always buying the same thing: six pistachio-flavored French macarons.
He'd always claimed that it was the best macaron flavor ever to be made, and that day was no different.
"I've said it every day, and I'll say it again: pistachio-flavored macarons are the best thing that's happened since Mike and Ikes came out back in 1940," Eddie says as he hands me a ten-dollar bill.
"Eh, Sour Patch Kids still hold that title for me," I shrug with a teasing smile as I go to give him his change back, causing him to chuckle lightly.
"Ah, that's right, you like that sweet and sour shit," Eddie nods with a knowing smile. "Did you know they were originally sold with the name Mars Men in the 1970s?"
"Well, obviously," I tell him in a 'duh' tone, "and that they were actually designed to capitalize on the interest in space and aliens before the name was changed back in 1985."
Eddie chuckles again, shaking his head at my non-hesitant answer.
For my sixth-grade history paper, I wrote about Canadian confectioner Frank Galatoile's amazing creation of the Sour Patch Kids. We were asked to write about an inspiring historical event, and honestly, what could be more inspiring than the creation of my one true love?
Uhhh, hellooo...the creation of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer,' Buffy begs to differ. Duhhh.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, that was pretty badass, too.
"Beauty and brains," Eddie says before he cocks an eyebrow, asking, "are you sure you don't have a boyfriend?"
And that makes me chuckle.
As I mentioned before, Eddie came into Anna's Marketplace Bakery every day and whenever he was there during my shifts, he sometimes waited for me to finish work so that we could just talk and enjoy each other's company. He was very wise but also very active and healthy for someone his age. I had a hard time believing he was more than sixty years old at first, until he told me that he was actually a retired professional swimmer. He even competed in the Summer Olympics at one point in his life.
