Kahlan Banks (crumbledown) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-01-18 13:15:00 |
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‘You look like I feel. I thought I would like it a lot more, but I don’t.’ Kahlan ignored her familiar and continued to stare out the front door of Sherry’s Bakery as she drummed her fingers on the countertop. Harper had left almost an hour ago to go get lunch – or possibly to run errands, she hadn’t really paid attention to that part – and since then, no one had come into the store. Not even a single person who had walked through the wrong shop door by accident. It was true that Kahlan was thankful to have a job, but when she had walked into the bakery, her intention had not been to be little more than Harper’s assistant. So far, all she had done were all the little things that the younger woman didn’t seem to want to do; like sweeping the sidewalk, for example. Or cleaning the windows. Or scraping the gum off the bottom of the tables. Now she was “learning to run the register” with an empty store. Her new boss would be back any minute and then it would be back to the meaningless chores. ‘Does being pregnant make you complain more often?’ “No, but it makes me want to crush things more.” ‘Please, you’d be doing us both a favor.’ Kahlan blew out a large puff of air as she turned from the counter and headed back toward the baking area. It was impossible, physically and mentally impossible, for her to be in a bakery without baking something. If Harper had walked through the door right at this moment, she would do nothing more than shrug her shoulders and tell the other blonde that this was her chance to sample her creations; she might also offer to pay for the ingredients to keep from losing her job. Either way, she could no longer think of an acceptable reason for her not to be doing something. Kahlan pushed up her sleeves as she reached into a bowl of dough. Her hands pressed out the dough first before she reached for a rolling pin to flatten it out. As she sprinkled flour over it, Kahlan couldn’t ignore the feeling building inside of her, one that she hadn’t felt in a while – happiness. The painful truth was that she never felt happier than when she was in her kitchen, baking. She hadn’t realized how much she missed it until this moment when she felt the glow of joy inside her again. Of course it was tinged with the slightest bit of bitterness: this was not her bakery and she was not in Australia, where she belonged; however, the good feelings greatly outweighed the bad. After Kahlan had cut out the cookie shapes and popped them into the oven, she set to work mixing the icing. She decided to stir up some vanilla that had just the barest hint of mint in it. It always brought a smile to her face to see people get that curious aftertaste that made them want to take another bite. Her mind was so caught up in her daydream – which was mixture of memories and imaginings of what her new customers would think of her work – that it was fortunate that she heard the buzzer for the oven go off. The chime of the bakery door opening, however, went completely unheard. Kahlan set down the bowl of icing on the work table and ran over to the oven. She lifted the pan of fresh cookies to her nose and took a deep breath. “Perfect.” Her smile was as wide as it could be as she turned back to the table – at least until she spotted her bowl of icing rocking curiously. ‘I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not me. I detest sweet things.’ Her brows knit and it was two more steps before she saw the furry behind of a small cat wiggling in her bowl of icing. “What the hell are you doing,” Kahlan screeched with both surprise and anger. How had it even gotten into the bakery in the first place! |