Lexie’s P.O.V. “Derek Miller at your service”, my parents’ new baker says as he extended his hand to shake my hand. “Lexie Cooper. Welcome to the JL bakery!”, I say to Derek as I shake his hand. “Thank you! I’m excited to start!”, he says as he runs his hand in his wavy black hair. “Great! How about we begin with a little tour of the grounds?”, I ask him professionally. “Sounds great.”, Derek replied as he puts down his backpack on the counter. I place my bookmark inside the book with regret and shut it close before I push it to a corner of the counter. “How far along are you in the book?”, I heard Derek ask as neatly hangs his jacket on the rack. “Excuse me?”, I ask confusingly, still thinking about the book. “The book. I’ve read it. Where are you at?

