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That afternoon she reluctantly returned for her cake.
In the real world she never would have ordered something and then failed to pick it up. What kind of person did that? It was basically as bad as eating at a restaurant and then leaving without paying.
The sun had now broken free decisively from the clouds and the sky was a brilliant eggshell blue. The kind of weather that, to anyone not California born-and-raised, precluded a bad mood, but Sara was immune to such effects. She was in a good mood for her own reasons, no thanks to the sky.
Something about her conversation with Everest had left her feeling electrified. It had been utterly unsatisfying, but in the best possible way.
A different person worked the bakery that day.
Sara had stood outside the door studying the facade fo
