"Who do you think Abigail is?" Naomi asked, curiously peaking over my shoulder, hoping to get a glimpse of some juicy stuff.
"I have no idea! Probably a girlfriend or maybe a wife or something," I replied just as another incoming text came through, this time from someone named Sophie.
"Sophie!" we both gasp and look up at each other.
"Wife with another woman on the side?" I said, always thinking of the worst possible scenario.
"Or just a guy who doesn't want to settle down, maybe you've met your match!" Naomi said with a twinkling wink before walking away to serve a customer.
So far the kouign-amanns have been a total hit to everyone who has come in for their morning coffee. I've had my staff rotate in shifts throughout the day as they try their hand in making the pastries themselves while I every so often check in on them to make sure they are doing things correctly. With it being a competitive success at Lucas's place and now a success here, it might be the next thing added to the menu permanently.
"Oh my God, Sydney!" Naomi came back over to me with her mouth dropped open. "I just realized that means he has your phone!"
It did cause an unsettling feeling in my stomach thinking about it but what could possibly be on my phone that I wouldn't want anyone to see? Nothing since I don't do anything with my life besides live and breathe the bakery.
"He can snoop if he wants, he won't find anything but it will give me another reason to dislike him." I release a smirk from my lips as I hear the bell to our store chime again. Naomi goes to greet our customer while I go back to the kitchen to check on the staff in training.
"Ms. Wylde, the butter is squeezing through the dough each time I roll it," one of my staff members admitted as I came up from behind them.
"Did you refrigerate the dough after each fold?"
"Well, I know you said to but the dough already felt chilled enough so I just thought I could save some time if I kept up the folding and rolling."
"No, Celeste! This is why the butter is coming through. You can't let it get warm or it won't bake properly. The cold butter between the layers steams as it bakes in the oven!"
"Oh, ok. I'm sorry, Ms. Wylde."
"It's alright. Just place it in the fridge and let it chill and it will be salvageable. But, this is a learning experience, Celeste. Nothing good comes from skipping steps! There is an order and a process to everything," I lecture to her, feeling like one of the head chefs from Le Cordon Bleu.
"Well, I beg to differ." I was startled by a deep masculine voice behind me and I whipped my body around to find Lucas leaning against the door frame of my kitchen with his patented smirk.
"Excuse me?" I barked at him, questioning why he was standing in MY kitchen and why he had the nerve to disagree with me in front of MY staff!
"I said I beg to differ, about skipping steps. I do it all the time. If you just follow the rules you won't ever make mistakes and some mistakes may turn out to be the best ones."
I let out a huff and possibly an eye roll escaped me as well.
"Whoever told you that is wrong! Skipping steps is a messy business. But I can see it now, that's probably what went wrong with your cookies, and your pastries, and well...everything I guess!"
He chuckled at my dis as he scratched his stubbled face. "I'll have you know those cookies were taste tested by the best of the best!"
"Who? Cédric Grolet? Jessica Préalpato? Pierre Hermé?" I asked pompously.
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Love Is Messy, Love Is Sweet
Short Story***COMPLETED*** Lucas Wilde is wild and carefree at heart. He has the tendency to not follow the rules or do things by the book. Which just makes Sydney loathe him even more when his new coffee shop down the street has been stealing the thunder from...
