Baking wasn’t really as hard as everyone thought it was. 
It was a simple, logical process. It was like how one played a video game, or wrote a book. 
Of course, running a confectionary store was no sweet deal. It was hard work, your shifts running from five in the morning to perhaps ten in the evening. There was ingredients that had to be delivered, dough to be made, orders to complete; a never ending list of things to do. 
You often took requests for customers, particularly ones that had taken a liking to your shop and had come back time after time. 
There would often be a tall, ginger haired man that swung by your bakery, smirking in delight at the at the rows of confections behind the protective glass counter.
You had never caught his name, despite the fact he once cleared out your entire row of cupcakes. 
“Hey.” you called, as he entered the store again, probably for the fifth time in two days. The usual sucker stick was sticking out of h

        For weeks and weeks the pranks never seemed to end. Whether you were at the giving or receiving end varied by the day. In truth, you'd grown rather found of thinking up new ways to torment Gaius. It was relaxing, as well as entertaining. The pranks he pulled on you were just as fun, and often ended with you in a sticky, sugary mess. Today however, was the day you realized that your actions had repercussions. Awaking only a short time after the sun, you moved back your thin, worn blankets to find your tent full of ants. “Oh gods, no. Just no.” Jumping out of your tent as quickly as you could, you ran directly into Gaius, who was wearing the same terrified expression as you were.
He rubbed his face where you had run into him, then looked up at you with a deep frown and sighed. “Let me guess, ants?”
“Yes, and the blasted things are everywhere. Even now I feel like I have a thousand tiny feet crawling over my skin.” Shivering