The art of dessert

4am is nothing to me.  My life consist of being tired, covered in flour and making some of the most Delicious things on this planet. I am truly happy doing what i do, as a pastry chef and business owner. Its a lot of responsibility but i have confidence that all my hard work will pay off. One day i will breath in and not worry whether i take a breath out. I'm Kikrin Barns but everyone calls me Kiki. I've been doing this whole life thing all on my own for as long as i can remember. I could sit and cry and feel sorry for myself but i wont do that. I can't do that. I've cried so many tears on things that wont/can't change. Whats the point anymore? I'm ready to be free, to be happy. To be proud of myself. TO BE PROUD OF MYSELF. Can you all hear that in the nosebleed seats? Today I'm a quarter century old.. Ya i know why not say 25, but damn a quarter of a century is how i feel. What can i say i'm an old young woman. Looking at me is not really a sight to leave you weak in the knees, you know? I'm 5'2 with long wavy brown hair. Who knows if its naturally wavy anyways, it just stays in two braids most of the time. With my average "bod" theirs really not much there except for the booty department. Special shout out to Creator for blessing me with a booty that when you hit it, it bounces back. Without it i'm pretty sure i would repel the opposite s*x. Especially with me being the founding member and president of the "itty bitty titty committee". But I'll tell you all a little secret. If you wear overalls everyday like i do then you can just go without a bra because theirs nothing there! Tada life hack! I know i'm slaying it in the looks/style area but what can i say i'm a "trend setter" i'm setting the trend of I don't give a f**k, so go away. My number one hit is my eyes. My eyes are a deep green, like the river in winter where its beautiful but unknowingly deep. To compete the look of winter is the pink in my lips like i'd been puckering up because of the cold. If only my personalty was as cool as i look cold, but being slightly awkward is just me. So off i go another day another obstacle to endure. 4am is actually not the horrible hour that everyone thinks it is. Its eerily beautiful, like the calm before the storm. I have the world to myself and i'm comfortable in the emptiness, i'm not lonely i'm just simply alone. When we stop to listen to the morning it tells us a story of colors, feeling, and mystery. I love the taste of the morning in my mouth and the way the mist sticks to my hair. Opening up the shop is my everyday life. I start the drip coffee, and start baking the morning pastry's like scones, muffins and coffee cake. My bakery isn't the largest but it gets the job done and then some. I have many regulars who come just to sit, drink coffee and relax in the glories smells of breads, teas and cakes. The best way to be successful is to know your regulars well and there orders. Then right on Que at exactly 7:15am he walks in.. Did i say walk? I mean glide. Jesus Christ slow your breathing Kiki, its not like you don't see him every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. How can he just walk around looking so f*****g gorgeous? I mean its not even fair to be that pretty but good lord is it a feast for the eyes. I Take that back, i love to look. I make eye contact with his grey blue eyes and he smiles his "i could just die now" smile. Luciano Vera god even his name reeks of sexiness. He makes his way to the counter with his long legs and broad shoulders draped with a long coat, pushing back his already perfectly messy black curls. What i want to do to those curls, or should i say where i would want to see those curls. Ok Kiki bring it back..  "Good morning Mr.Vera how can i help you today? Coffee and a muffin?' i said  or me..   "yes, please with room for cream" he says  I have room for your cream. Or did i just cream? Damn his voice is like syrup slipping down pancakes and i just want to rub it all over myself..  "Alright that'll be $5.50"  "Miss Barns you know you don't have to give me a frequent customer discount" he smiles. "yes i do, every regular customer is special to "treat your self' bakery" i protest. Putting my finger in the air in a tisk tisk way.  Luciano lightly chuckles, causing me to smile with all my teeth.  "How can i protest with that" he says smiling.  oh s**t I'm flirting! I clear my throat as i awkwardly take his money. I have two people in me i swear, one is a flirty, dirty c*m slut. Then there me, regular boring Kiki. As I'm handing him his change his pale slender fingers brush up against mine and i can't help but feel the heat. Is it hot in here? Duh! Its a bakery! But goodness my stomach is in knots. As i tilt my head to look up at him his eyes are baring holes in me. I didn't know someones stare could make me feel this way. I was ridiculously turned on and my bra less n*****s where causing to much friction under my thin shirt wanting nothing more than for him to claim them in his beautiful long hands. Then a bell rang, snapping me back to my senses. In walking Mrs.Rummer.  "Good morning Mrs.Rummer i'll be right with you" i said with a hesitant smile.  "Thank you for your business Mr.Vera, come again soon" I say shyly returning my gaze.   "I will, thank you" Luciano says dryly.  Did it just cold in here now? Damn hot then cold, but whatever i guess. As hes walking out i notice he slightly paused as if he was going to look back or say something buy then deiced not to.  The day has just begun. Happy birthday to me.