Cupcakes and Stuff [Closed]

[alliee_g]

Was it possible for the bakery to be a blessing and a curse? Allie wasn't sure, but sometimes it felt like it. Baking bread wasn't a glamorous job and the hours were earlier than she ever hoped to see. However, the pay was decent and her boss had given her a deal with her rent on the flat. So, in the end it probably evened it out

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[plainlypat]

On the list of things that people wouldn't have guessed about Patrick from looking at him (which included gems such as the fact that he owned and adored a cat, had a rather phobic aversion to marionettes, and did not, contrary to popular belief, spend the whole of his free time at the gym), first and foremost among them was the fact that he had a sweet tooth. A giant, nothing-is-ever-sweet-enough, sugar-coma-or-nothing, all-consuming sweet tooth.

And this place. This place. Well. He imagined that if there was a heaven, this was what his would look like when the time came

[alliee_g]

It was not the kind of man Allie had expected to walk into bakery. Usually, her first customers were little, old women looking for their weekly supply of scones, or posh housewives looking for pastries to pass off as their own for afternoon tea. This man looked like he'd be more comfortable lugging around sacks of sugar than eating the bisquets made with them. His handsome, masculine features looked completely out of placs surrounded by the pastel pinks and yellows of the bakery, and it seemed to almost amplify his good looks. Allie thought of how she must look- hair tied back, covered in flour with bread dough underneath her fingernails --and made a beeline for the kitchen, but Henry was there to stand in her way. He silently shook his head, gently taking Allie by the shoulders and spinning her back toward the front of the store.

Reluctantly, Allie approached she counter. She reached up to wipe her cheek, leaving a light line of flour under her eye as she did, "Can I help you?"

[plainlypat]

Pat tore his gaze away from the taunting display of deliciousness, his sense of manners and politeness apparantly being one of the few things with a stronger hold on him than his sugar addiction. While the delectable arrangement of freshly baked goods had been a sight for sore eyes, he hopw emopw, up to meet his greeter's, the alternative sight wasn't exactly a downgrade.

"What'd'you recommend from today's batch?" he asked with a plesant smile. Nevermind that he was just getting off of a twelve-hour-shift - service industry workers knew how to treat other service industry workers. As tired and overworked as he might be, it was no reason to spare this lovely young lady the kindness of a simple smile as he oggled the pastries. (...Ahem.)

[alliee_g]

Decently polite and a nice smile? How unrealistic, Allie couldn't help but think. She never trusted men that were as pretty as she was, and this one was no exception. Her eyes narrowed slightly, gaze lingering on her customer's face for a moment longer before dropping to the array of baked goods that decorated the display case.

"The fresh fruit tarts are quite nice," she mused, tilting her head to the side as she traced little circles once the glass case. Her grey eyes then glanced up, innocently meeting the mans gaze, "Of course, so are the chocolate cupcakes.."