She's the One [DISCONTINUED]

[5]

It's been a week since Lydia started this job, and she's been doing pretty well. She even baked two birthday cakes all by herself yesterday. Steph has been teaching her a lot, and things seem normal between the two of them.

I still haven't figured out what happened that day, but I'm not worried anymore because everything is back to normal now.

It's Saturday morning, and Lid hasn't come to the bakery today. Boss came in a minute ago and informed us that she won't be working on Saturdays.

Steph and I start talking about random things as we get to work. I accidentally spill buttercream on the floor, but we ignore it for some reason. I walk to the storage room to get some more flour and rush back to the counter to proceed baking the strawberry cupcakes.

"Wait, don't step on-"

Steph doesn't get to finish her sentence because I slip from the spilled cream and make some weird movements as an effort to stop myself from falling before finally landing on my butt. The flour that was once inside the large bowl in my hand is now all over my face and neck.

Steph laughs so hard that she literally plops down in front of me with tears in her eyes. "You...look like...a freaking clown..." she manages to say while struggling to breathe.

It makes me so happy to see her laugh like this. It's a rare sight and I just wish she could be this way all of the time. I realize I'm staring as she clears her throat-- suddenly self-conscious, and quickly gets off the floor.

"I'll clean it up," she says reaching for the towel. "Don't touch anything."

I get up and wash my face before taking a seat. I watch her as she kneels down on the floor and carefully wipes it clean.

She looks up after a while and frowns at me. "What is it?"

"What is what?" I ask innocently as if I have no idea what she's talking about.

"Why are you staring at me?" she snaps.

I chuckle and her frown deepens. "Let's hang out together after work. We haven't done that in a while."

She looks taken aback for a moment before focusing on the floor again. "Okay."

***

It was a pretty hectic day so we're both tired as hell. Customers were over flowing the place just like they do every Saturday. I don't think Steph has eaten her lunch yet. She told me she had eaten while I went home to eat but I saw that her lunch box still had food in it. I didn't want to question her further because I'll be making sure we go somewhere that has good food after we close the bakery.

"We have five minutes. I'll re-fill the fridge and we'll get going," Steph tells me after we finish baking the last cake.

"I'll do it. You rest for a while," I say to her while walking into the storage room.