I lazily rolled out of the warm and cozy bed when I heard the the melodious sound of the alarm clock go off.

Note the sarcasm.

I feel lazy today. Oh, who am I kidding? I feel like this every day.

After making my bed, I dragged myself to the bathroom. I got into the bathtub to have a shower and ended up shaving my legs too. Fifteen minutes later, I came out of the bathroom with wet hair and smelled like vanilla.

Being the owner of a small bakery called 'Bake n' Take', here in Spain, is not an easy job as you'd think it to be.

Firstly, I never exactly have a day off because there isn't other than Adrian and myself to run the bakery.

Adrian is my best friend an we've been inseparable ever since I we went to culinary school together. And before you think so, no, he is not gay and no, we don't have feelings for each other like that.

I am my own boss, so technically I can take a day off whenever I would like but Bake n' Take is like my own child now; I have to go there everyday, even if it is just for a few minutes.

Secondly, I love desserts, like, more than you can imagine. Actually, come to think of it, I just love food in general so it is quite difficult for me to bake and not eat at the same time. If I did that, nobody would ever receive their orders on time.

Today is a weekday, which meant that there weren't many people going to come by. In the last few years, I've recognized a pattern in the time and days that customers come.

On weekdays, there aren't many but in the weekends, the place is full. It's mainly because there are many children who come with their parents because they love the cakes we bake.

Deciding to wear something bold today, I wore a black denim over-sized jumpsuit which had a small bow on the waist that reached mid-thigh.

After applying moisturizer to my face, mascara to make my hazel eyes pop and clear lip gloss, I tied my medium-length, dark brown ombré hair into a ponytail.

I wore the jewelry that I always did; a layered necklace, a small ring and a simple silver bracelet. I didn't wear much because I would be baking the whole day and it's horrible when I get it dirty. As for my nails, they are always just a bit long because then again; I bake.

Wearing black flats, I was out of my room along with my purse. Breakfast wasn't much actually, all I did was warm up a butter croissant that I made a few days back and make a small cup of black tea. I can't stand the smell and taste of coffee; it gives me shudders.

I walked out of my apartment and locked it on my way. Since I am 23 years old, my parents allowed me to have my own car and apartment. Now that I think about, I haven't called them in a while.

Getting into the car, I drove towards the bakery which is only a few minutes away. I could easily walk there but since I was going shopping later, I figured that it would be better to take the car. When I reached, I saw Adrian's car in the parking lot.

Well, someone's early today.

As I entered the bakery, I was greeted with the sweet aroma of cake and baking bread filled my senses. It was a slightly sweet scent that somehow smelled warm, like I was inhaling a blanket of cupcakes on a cold winter day.

There were only a few people sitting at the tables and eating a cake or sipping on their drinks.

"How has your morning been, Boss?" Adrian's voice snaps me out of my trance.

"Firstly, I just got up, so my day hasn't started yet. Secondly, don't call me your boss. This bakery is yours as much as it is mine." I said, walking to the back of the shop to keep my purse, with him following my trail.

"Alright, I won't call you that," He paused. "for now."

It was only when I turned around, that I realized how untidy he looked.

His usually neat chestnut brown hair was now messy and white with all the flour in it. His ocean blue eyes were looking down at me, sparkling with mischief.

I shook my head in disbelief and said, "Say that one more time and you'll be kissing your precious job goodbye."

Adrian gasped dramatically and said, "You wouldn't dare."

"Oh, I would." I challenged, putting my apron on.

Soon enough, this conversation turned into a staring competition. We were serious for a few seconds, but eventually struggled to keep a straight face.

I chortled a little, then snorted and finally couldn't hold it in anymore. I bursted into laughter and Adrian did so too.

As we did, almost everyone in the shop turned towards us. Some of the customers, who were regulars, didn't do much but smile because this was an everyday occurrence.

We would just make random jokes and laugh at them while people around us think that we're psychopaths.

The other ones, however, gave us a stank eye. Oops.

"I want an iced coffee, with four and a half pumps of vanilla and six and quarter pumps of raspberry." Said a voice, which stopped our hysterics of laughter.

I turned towards the sound of the voice and saw a woman in her, maybe, 40's. She had blonde hair tied up in a very messy bun and wore a fanny pack on her waist.

"Good morning, Ma'am. This is a bakery so we don't sell Starbucks drinks in here. We have a classic iced coffee but not the vanilla and-" I said politely before I was very rudely interrupted.

"No. I want my order." She argued.

Excuse me? What? How can I give her something that we don't sell?

"I apologize Ma'am, but-" I tried speaking.

Keyword: tried.

"I want to speak to the manager !" She demanded. Oh no, a Karen. There goes my sanity.

"Well, you're looking at her." I smirked.

At my words, the woman's expression changed. It felt like a switch had turned on and now she looked determined. Welp.

"You can't be a manager. You're not a man and don't even look beau-." She started.

Oh, she did NOT just say that. Before I could respond to her comment, Adrian butted in.

"Ma'am, I suggest that you leave right now. This behavior is not accepted in this bakery."

Adrian looked angry, furious even. His body was shaking with anger and his hands were clenched into fists. Ever since we met three years ago, he has always been protective over me. Like, always.

Once, there was a customer who I was speaking to a few weeks back and when he tried asking me out on a date, Adrian went all hulk on him. The poor guy got scared and hasn't came to our bakery ever since.

The lady gave him a nasty look and left the shop. After she did, everyone went back to what they were doing.

"You okay ?" Adrian asked.

"Yup, I'm fine. I could've handled it myself, you know." I replied.

"I know." He smiled. "Only I'm allowed to tease you. Nobody else."

I smiled at him and walked into the kitchen to bake some banana bread; my favorite.

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