Who: Kylie Kane and whoever. Eventually Nic. What: Being all bakerly, Where: Near Crescendo. The bakery's name is Encore. When: Nearly close, but you could jump in for interaction for earlier if you want. Just let me know. Rating: PG-13 for language. Status: In progress.
Having a business was a pain in the ass. Not only was her back positively aching from the work that she'd done, but she still had yet to have the kind of day she expected. Kylie liked to cook. To bake. But she didn't really think that having a bakery would be like this. Not all work and no fun. But with a less than optimal staff (see the new hispanic woman who didn't speak enough english to make any sense to Ky), she was doing probably triple the work she would have been. And since the bakery had gone through all of its alterations and had been open for nearly a week (read: five days), she was tired enough to want to close early.
And she was tired enough to close for a month. But with time, she figured, she'd have a better staff and a greater ability to run things. It was day five of seven. She could do this.
After the clock struck one in the morning, Kylie finished with the last batch of cookies, shoving them in the oven to bake--her timer set for ten minutes, before she moved into the front to start cleaning off tables. She was alone, for once, and because it was doubtful that she'd get any visitors, she decided to turn on the radio.
Mmm. One of her favorite songs. Dancing as she did so, she proceeded to scrub off the tables in the sitting room, spraying each table before she wiped them down and then each seat before she flipped it up and onto the table. She got so consumed in her dancing (and singing and cleaning) that she didn't notice someone come in the door. And when she finally took the spin on the end of a particularly fun song, she slid to the floor in surprise, hitting with a shocked grunt as she stared wide eyed at the new arrival.