“Amaya, can I ask you something?" Amaya was preparing to end the day and leave yet the woman didn't seem in a rush as she was. "Yeah, ask away," not paying much attention to her, she made sure the ingredients they used were stored and kept properly. The sweet buns for tomorrow had been kept and Swan had promised to make sure the clients get them while they were warm for their baby's small party.
"How did you like Miss Grace?” Amaya’s step halt and she felt her heartstrings contract, “Miss Grace?” masking a neutral face, she turns to face the female with confusion.
“Um, Julica Grace, the baker that was here earlier, how did you like her...? If you don’t mind me asking,” she nods, acting like she was mulling the question when she already has her answer.
I don't like her... but I'm not sur
