I Found You

.Chapter10.

|Chapter 10|

"Time is money..."

Greenville Mall|4:31pm|

Tyra

I scanned the last pair of jeans this lady had with her stuff. She was a very pretty hispanic women and looked to be about in her forties. She smelled like cupcakes and flour. Weird right?

I was tired and ready to go cause they were killing me with these hours. Since it's the holiday season, they gave the staff more hours because they have twice as many customers coming in daily. I guess it will be worth it once I get my first check. On top of all this I'm cramping, I have school, stressing over Markell, Ms. Carol still holding a grudge, and Cortez is still a flirt. I just want to go home, take a nice soothing bath and relax. I know that won't happen cause there will be kids running around everywhere so I will just stay in my room for the rest of the night.

"Your total is $56.23."

"Thank you." I handed her the bag and the receipt.

As I was ringing up the next costumer I noticed the lady left her phone on the counter. I spotted her by the entrance of the store headed for the escalator. I know if the situation was reversed I would want my phone returned, so I had someone cover for me then jogged out the store to catch up with her.

"Excuse me." she didn't hear me.

"Excuse me." I shouted a little louder.

"Yes?"

"You left your phone in the store, I came to give it back to you." I handed her the phone.

"Oh my gosh thank you so much." she had a shocked expression on her face. It made me want to bust out laughing cause her face was funny as hell.

"Your welcome have a nice day." I said turning to walk away.

"Wait, how do you like your job, do they pay you enough, are you happy?"

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Diana and I own a bakery called Sweets and my staff is running low. You know with the holiday season here, we need as many people as we can get. If you would just take my card and consider a job working at the front and baking here and there, that would be wonderful. I see how you are here with the costumers. I'll pay you twice as much as they pay you here." She handed me her business card.

I was prepared to speak until her phone buzzed.

She looked down at the message and became wide eyed. "Look I really have to go, but just think about it and give me a call. You won't regret it." She speed walked to the escalator and was gone.

I put the card in my pocket and headed back to work. Double the amount of money would be nice, but I have too much on my plate to be trying to get another job.

I remember that before my mother became addicted on drugs, we would bake cookies while decorating the Christmas tree. Those are moments I will never forget. When I was eight she taught me how to make a cake for the first time. It was a chocolate cake with vanilla wipped icing. That was the best cake I've ever eaten in my whole life. My mother said she learned how to bake from her mother. My grandmother has tons of different recipes in her cookbook. When my mom became addicted, I just gave up baking, something that I love. We were so happy back then...so free.

Free of worry.

Free of stress.

Free of fear.