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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2017 10:15 pm
Another day, another dollar. Or at least, that’s how most would view it. To Alex, it was just another day in her rocky paradise. Another batch of baked goods was in the ovens because the stores up front were running low, to keep up with demand and to lure new faces in. And there was a bit of a lull that allowed her to get things cleaned up before Kai came in to help with the rush. And it gave the older woman time to just...enjoy her accomplishment. Her own cafe. Her own little safe haven for businessfolks and students alike, her own place where she could make days a little brighter. Her own legacy to leave to Ally or possibly even Kai, or both, whatever arrangement the two wanted.
It was home, in ways every house and apartment she’d lived in had not been. And while the building hadn’t been built by her own hands, she had turned the place into home herself. From the pomegranate walls with gold sponged over for a warm and welcoming feel, to the copper and brass touches that just made it look all the warmer. Taking a deep breath, smelling the mix of baking goods and the clean smell of the mix she used to wipe down the tables, she turned towards the door with a bright smile as she heard the bell jingle.
“Welcome to Mocha Mountain! I’ll be right at the register if you’ll give me a second to rinse off my hands.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2017 12:25 am
Arias was generally happy with his bakery; he liked to think they had a nice, comfortable little place where they were cycling recipes and getting a loyal customer base. Sometimes, though, you wanted a cupcake that you didn’t have to make.
Arias was out today, enjoying his day off, when he caught a whiff of fresh, baked goods and he just couldn’t help himself.
When he entered, he found the interior as pleasant as the smell seeping outside. “Take your time,” he said, raising a hand to wave. “I’m not in any rush.”
He approached the counter, soft smile on his face, and glanced at the menu. “This is a cute place, he said as he skimmed the flavors. She had a way about her, where she just seemed relaxed. Where she seemed home. In a way, it reminded him of being back at his bakery, so he couldn’t help but ask, “Are you the owner?”
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