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
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