The Baker

Pink. Pink. Pink. Everything in the little shop on the third street from May's apartment was pink. From the doors to the cakes he sold there, everything was drenched in the pastel color and she swore she could've almost gagged when she had first seen it. When she had first seen him. It was a school night and she had been going around town with her best friend, Jamie on his motorcycle. She was just about to doze off when her eyes had fallen on the extremely bright shop that stood in contrast to the stripper club right next to it. As weird as it was, the little bakery was always filled with both teenagers and old women around the age of her grandma. The name of the bakery simply being 'The bakery'. "Jamie, is that Tim?", she had murmured looking at the back of the known man's head as he chatted away with another man across the counter. Jamie had abruptly stopped the vehicle to look at Timmy who couldn't stop giggling and after much thought, they decided to go in and catch up with him. "Eight on ten for me," Jamie announced throwing his hands up in the air as the strong aroma of freshly baked food reached his nostrils, almost causing a sensory overload on his mind. "Smells good but I doubt if it tastes that good," he mumbled which she paid no attention to. "Hardly a two for me," she scoffed at the teenagers gawking at her best friend and he gingerly wrapped his arm around his waist, despite knowing how shy she could get. "Get your hand off me," she warned but did no attempt at pushing it off herself. "Whatever, let's just go get Tim and go to the bar opposite your place," he rolled his eyes when May's thumb and index finger tightened around his thumb out of anxiety. "Why do always push me off if you can't go on without me?", he grinned bumping his shoulder with her. "You can't go without me, I'm doing just fine," she gritted through her teeth before tapping Timmy's shoulder. The latter immediately turned around and couldn't hide his happiness. He threw his arms one around May and the other around Jamie pulling them into a group hug. "How have you guys been? It's been weeks since we met," he had asked petting May's hair affectionately. She had wanted to bask in his warmth but couldn't let go of Jamie's thumb so she stayed put with a smile that Tim could cause very easily. "When did you come back from your Grandma's?", Jamie's voice had slowly faded away and she had zoned out, staring at nothing in particular while her mind was somewhere out of the town. "Can I help you? Do you want to order?", a new voice had startled her and she squeezed her fingers around Jamie's tight enough to almost hurt him. "No thank you, I was just thinking," had she quickly bowed without looking up at him and had accidentally stuffed her face in Timmy's shoulder. "What- Oh," the boy quickly realized and looked back to find out who made her awkward again. "I'm sorry did I make you uncomfortable? You were staring for too long so I thought you wanted to ask something," Han had rubbed the back of his head apologetically smiling at the girl and she finally looked at him only to lose her breath once again. Han had stood behind the counter clad in a white shirt with a pink apron on. He had smiled at her again, charmingly but at the same time knocking her socks off with his beauty. "Nah, it's cool," she had said in the same monotonous voice despite how nervous she had become. "Well then, would you like to order something?", he had asked, sliding the glass slab open so he could pick and place the desserts of her choice in the cute little paper box he had in his left hand. May had nodded out of politeness, thinking maybe she would buy just one or two and when she had let go of Jamie's thumb to easily go stand by the counter, both the boys had been shocked. "Which one do you like?", he had asked looking into her eyes expectantly and because she couldn't choose from among so many pastries and cakes, May had pointed to whichever one was closest to her. "That's mint chocolate, do you even like it or are you just nodding along?" "I do!", she had protested, feeling a little hostile after man's chortle. "I do," he shrugged smugly, proud of his wordplay, and for the first time ever a boy had made May blush. Soon enough, with ten cupcakes packed for her in a box and half her money for drinks gone into the drain, she had tugged at Jamie's sleeve not wanting to speak anymore. "Why don't you go wait at the door? I and Tim will join along," he had whispered by her ear pushing the girl to the door with a hand on her lower back. She internally puked at the two boys who couldn't move because of the female attention but took a seat nearest to the door. She had taken her beanie off and placed it on the table, running a hand through her soon-to-be-dyed hair when she spotted Han talking to a group of Grandmas who giggled loudly along with him. It had seemed to her that he was quite popular among most women who sat around the shop at an hour so late in the evening. "Come on," Her best friend had held his hand out to her and she had taken it without hesitation. The girl had walked comfortably between the two bigger boys and they were about to get on when Han had run out calling for Timmy as loud as he could. "I believe this is yours," he had stretched his palm out with her beanie placed on it and May had almost smiled when he clicked his fingers in front of her somehow pulling an adorable magic trick in front of her. She had shyly giggled when he pulled his business card out of the sleeve cuff of his shirt and bowed as if Houdini. "This might be yours too," he had whispered. She had held the card in her hand that day just like she was doing now and read the delicate words printed in rose gold over the black card. It was his number, along with his name. 'Han, The Baker, XXXXXXXXXX'