Forevermore (On Hold)

8. Sylvaine

Chapter 7

"Oh." I turn my face at her. "I will."

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"I should probably go," he says awkwardly after a moment of silence, it's 08:57PM. "It's already late."

Not really. But maybe he's busy.

"If you say so," I stand up, joining him then follow him to the door. "It's been a great night."

"Indeed," he nods, seeming amused. "Next time, you should come by my place."

I smile, looking at the floor then at his hazel pair of eyes. "I will."

"Good night." He says, waving at me then turns his body and gets into the elevator when the door slides open.

I smile as the door closes, "Good night." I whisper to myself.

***

The next morning, I decide to go to one of the clubs I've picked before. One of them's named Sylvaine. I've gone through their member's achievements and performances, and they have my attention.

The studio's located near my apartment, perhaps only two blocks away. I decide to bring Adrienne with me, in case something happens with her.

Walking to the studio doesn't seem like a choice at all, but afterall, it's not snowing that bad. And I really want to get to know to the things near me.

And so I walk in my boots, covered in unbelieveably thick leather jacket and a pair of jeans.

Adrienne? I put her inside my MCM. Let's hope she doesn't get cold or pee in my bag, because that would be an awesome disaster. That's me trying to sound sarcastic. Let me tell you a thing: sarcasm just doesn't work on me. I don't know why.

Although the cold makes me shiver, and the others also, the sideway is crowded. In fact, all the streets are covered in snow. So it's hard to walk, either for the walkers or the cars.

I look around as I walk. Tall buildings, companies, apartments, malls, bakeries. Cupcakes!

That's right! Cupcakes!

There's a cupcake store decorated in pink ribbons and pink et ceteras on the right side of the street. The place isn't crowded, not certain whether it's because:
1) Not many people are interested in cupcakes during winter, or
2) It's still early in the morning and not many cupcake lovers are already awake, or
3) If the cupcakes they sell don't taste good.

But the place surely looks warm and comforting. And it makes me get into the store without any doubt.

The bell above me rings as I enter. The smell of the burnt sugar and doughs inhaled inside my nose.

I go to the cashier as soon as I get in since there are no more customers in front of me.

"Morning," the girl behind the counter greets me cheerfully. Her breath smells like vanilla.

She wears light-blue apron with a small ribbon in the middle, just over her chest, Mary's Cupcakes and Cakerie is written.

"Morning." I say, amused with her friendliness.

"What would you like today?" She offers as she marches to the counter beside her which is filled with vary of cupcakes.

I follow her and take a look at the counter, confused. "I've never been here before. You have any recommendation?"

"Well," she bends her knees, taking a closer look to the cupcakes. "Our best-selling cupcake for this season is the Glacier Cinnamon cupcake."