Barrette's POV
I wrestled with whether to call Ashlynn or not. It was Saturday, and I was bored out of my mind. I decided to google her bakery instead of calling her. The Rolling Pin. Cute name and catchy. There wasn't a single bad review. In fact, the only complaint that I saw on here was that they didn't deliver, or they ran out of someone's favorite early in the morning. They weren't complaints but sideways compliments. I read through every single review that she had. It took me over an hour and I learned a lot of things, but the most important was how sweet and kind the owner was.
I grabbed my phone and sent her a text.
"Had a great time at dinner last night, can I take you out tonight?" I sat there watching my phone like a little school girl waiting for those bubbles to appear.
