Chapter 38

Resisting the intense urge to purchase one of everything, I ordered myself a blueberry muffin and something called a bear claw. 

I sat down at one of the shiny looking booths, the striped pink and white seats gleamed merrily. Everything in the bakery looked brand new, from the shimmering booths to the large ovens peaking over the counter.

I couldn’t help but watch the duo running the counter in silence. It was clear they were related, most likely brother and sister. Each had the same shade of sandy blonde hair, the same full yet pouty lips. The girl was slim with curves in the right places, looking out of place in the bakery. I would’ve expected to see the girl on the cover of a magazine, not at some bakery. The two of them rushed from counter to oven, to prepping tray, to cash register. Each a whirlwind of energy and determination, as I continued watching in silence. 

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