Lea, oh Lea

T H R E E

After scrubbing the paint off my face, and making myself look almost decent, I grabbed my sling bag, and locked the door behind me. I mentally said 'bye' to Valvet.

I walked down the street, waving to one of my neighbors, Mrs. Wellington. She was a sweet old lady in her 60s and she always loved giving out flowers to random people. No one knew why, but it was nice when you received one.

I made my way down the pathway and turned left, walked a little more and then I finally saw the little cottage. The signboard above the entrance read 'Bakers Hut'.

From the outside, I could already smell the sweet aroma of bread and pastries wafting through the entrance.

I stepped inside and closed the glass door behind me, which made a bell chime. When you walked in you'd notice the almost dimly lit bakery, bustling with customers that probably wanted something for supper, considering it was almost closing time.

I approached the counter that was smack right in the middle of the bakery. My mother came out from the back door that led to the actual bakery part, and held some papers in her hands.

I noticed a figure infront of the counter. He was tall, had light brown hair with a bit of blonde highlights that gathered to a peak above his forehead.

I mentally guessed that this guy had blue eyes, just because. I heard him mumble a 'thank you' to my mother and then he turned around, with the papers in one hand, and a bag full of bread in the other.

He noticed me and upon curiosity, I looked into his eyes. I was wrong, he had grey eyes that held confusion, probably because there was a girl standing in a close proximity from him.

Under the influence of the sunlight coming through the glass door, I noticed specks of blue just surrounding his iris. I didn't notice that I was in his way until he cleared his throat and with the most boyish voice I've ever heard, he said : "excuse me?".

I glanced to the side as I uttered a 'sorry' and stepped aside. I heard the bell chime again as he exited the bakery. A second later, I recovered from my trance-like state and shook my head and mentally scowled at myself, at my stupidity.

"Lea? What are you doing here?" My mother asked.

"I don't know, I guess I was just bored. But, who was that guy and what did he want?" I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

She looked at me and raised one of her eyebrows suspiciously questioning me, but nonetheless she replied : "Well he came in here wanting a job and-" I cut her off and said "We had a 'help wanted' sign?"

"No, but I guess he was just trying his luck."

I felt a tad bit of panic rise to the centre of my chest. "Was he lucky?" Damn that sounded wrong.

"Well, I was thinking that Fran could just work with me on alternate days since Joe retired, and he could accompany you on your work days?" She raised her voice at the end as if she was asking a question instead of it being a statement.

My eyes widened as I heard her say that. Fran had been my working buddy since I started working here, which was just 2 years ago.

Fran was about 30 years old, but she was the coolest 30 year old I knew. It had been about 5 months since Joe retired, and I guess mum just wanted more help.

I took in a deep breath and then said "So he's my partner now?"

My mothers eyes lit up "yep! I was also thinking we needed a fresh young face here. " She said enthusiastically, clearly missing the dread in my voice.

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9.50PM

The bakery was empty now and it was also closing time.
I helped my mother close up the bakery, making sure no butter or frosting was left out, the windows we're all locked, pastries all covered up.

"Alright, we're done here. Let's head home." I stated.

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Weeeee so that's that. :D
This was edited but there could still be mistakes ;)

Have a nice day or night! 🐱
- c