It made Melinda smile to hear that Tate not only liked the flat, but the smell from the bakery as well. “Seems like you’ve found the right place then,” she said, as she placed raspberries on the last row of danishes. “Next!” She called, signaling that she was ready for the next tray. While she waited, she watched Tate work. He was still learning, of course, but he had steady hands, something that could only be achieved through years of training.
“Do you have any particular places in mind for your job hunt?” she asked as the new tray was slid in front of her. It took only barely a glance for her to reach for the blueberries and start piling them delicately into the pastry nest.