Page 64 of Tiers of Joy

“Do you live in town?” I ask.

“No, I live just outside. Sort of in between the two towns. I just started working for Bob.” He says.

“You picking up a new hammer?” I ask.

Oh my god, did I really just ask that question?

He laughs.

“No, Bob is picking up some bits. Why are you here? Picking up some baking trays?” He asks smiling.

“Actually I am. Who knew you were psychic?” I laugh.

“I have to come clean, I saw your list.” He winks.

I giggle and nibble my thumb nail nervously.

“Well come by the bakery sometime and I may just offer you a free cupcake.” I smile. Good god, am I flirting? I am! I'm flirting.

He smiles brightly. God he’s cute!

“Sure, I would never miss an opportunity for a free cupcake.” He says winking. “See you around Esme.”

I wave like a giddy schoolgirl and practically skip to the trays.

When I get back to the bakery I tell Amy.

“Oh I've seen him, he is really cute. Do you think he will come in?” She asks.

“I don’t know but I'm kinda excited to see if he does.” I state.

I'm going to have to make sure I’m not a total mess now just in case he walks in.

Chapter Sixteen

It’s a busy Saturday and the customers have been coming in thick and fast. Easter is approaching and the customers can’t get enough of the bunny cookies and chocolate egg basket cakes I’ve made.

“Oh and I will have two of those and three of them and two rolls please dear.” Nellie asks.

I bag up her goods and smile.

“Thanks Nellie. Next!” I yell.

“Do you have any vegan, gluten free, sugar free cupcakes?” I swear everyone gasps.

My head whips round. This isn’t the first time someone has asked for some think like this.

“Do you have allergies?” I ask.

“No.” He smiles.

“Then why the hell are you asking for that crap?!” I snap.

“Well I am a vegan.” He states.

“Very good. Now I can make Vegan cupcakes if ordered in advance. I can even do sugar free and gluten free if ordered in advance. But what you are asking sir is something impossible. Especially from a bloody bakery! This is a place of goodness, it’s a place people come to buy treats for themselves. What you are asking for sir is a bloody stick of celery! Now I shall ask you one more time, what can I get you?” I smile sweetly but with a definite undertone of threat. Everyone in the bakery can see it.

“I don’t think you understand miss, I want something vegan, sugar free, and gluten free.” He says, irritated. He pushes his glasses up his nose.

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