Aliyah West has a very simple life, that is until she agrees to be the interim incharge of her mother's bakery-cafe and her crush, Noah, decides to apply.
Things are bound to turn topsy and turvy. And Aliyah is sure she is going to be a disaster.
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(to rainbowwveins for being the best writing buddy. love you <3)
THINGS WERE GOING WELL with Noah.
We had been talking for over thirty minutes now and we had only been interrupted twice. It felt nice to talk to him, he was easy to talk to and an active participant in the conversation. I liked talking to him.
In the span of thirty minutes, we had gotten to know each other more than I have had in the full week we spent working together. Maybe twenty questions hadn't been the worst choice of all games we could play because getting to know him was super fun.
He liked going on long walks, ones where he felt like he could enjoy the peace and feel nature. His words had been far poetic than mine was. He had said things like he loved how the winds swirled around him and the sun-kissed his hair. It was mesmerizing to hear. He talked so quietly and he often closed his eyes when he was sharing a memory, like he was reliving that memory as he told me about it. there was always a soft smile playing on his lips as he reminisced something and it was wonderful to look at.
He had asked me a few interesting questions as well. Like why I decided to take over from mom for so long since we could have very well shut down the place. It was enough to make me blush and I hoped he couldn't see me turning a tomato. My reply had been that I loved the place and the smell of the baked goods relieved me, which wasn't a lie but it wasn't the complete truth too. Just to make things a little more light, I joked that I could take as many cookies and pastries I liked without being scolded for it. He grinned in a way to let me know that he could understand where I was coming from.
I supposed it would be too forward to tell him that I had partly stayed because of him. things were going well between us now, no more awkwardness and I didn't want to mess things up by being so blunt and straight forward.
My next question had been if it was okay to ask him about things related to his sexuality. We didn't count it in the twenty questions as he waved me off with a "shoot me anything".
I asked him when he figured out he was pansexual and how he had dealt with queerphobic people. I always liked hearing people's stories because it felt important to who they were. It allowed me to connect with them on a new level, whether it was their coming out story or anything they felt defined them.
I was eager to listen to him, hanging on each word with patience.
“Wait, let me some coffee. I think it would be better to have conversations over coffee?” I offered and I had already gotten up to make two cups for both of us.
“No, not coffee,” Noah interrupted and I turned to him. “I don’t like coffee.”
“Okay,” I drawled, not really believing what I was hearing. He didn’t like coffee. Who didn’t? And if he didn’t like coffee, how was he working here? Why was he working here? “So, are you a tea lover or something?”
