By the next night I was ready, again, to move on with my life. Mike wasn’t a part of it anymore, not outside work, and with every passing day I grew more and more aware of exactly what benefits he provided, and how much I missed those benefits.
For one night though, I was going to get the next best thing.
Charlie’s cupcakes.
I walked into Bite Me! and nearly licked the walls. Charlie joked that she’d felt the same when they’d first been painted. She didn’t tell anyone, but she mixed a little vanilla into the paint. She claimed that was why everyone loved the place so much, but I knew the truth. She was just that good.
And besides that, I didn’t think any amount of vanilla would make me want to lick the walls. It was all her baking that permeated every surface. I would live there if I c
