Chapter 7
Ava
Ava baked well into the afternoon. Usually she would surface during the morning rush and lunch rush to chat with the customers, but Terrell’s comment had her flustered. When she was flustered, she baked. She baked double the apple crumb muffins than usual, then she moved onto a blueberry breakfast cake. The list was endless. Her bakery shelves in the front her full, as well as her stock room in the back.
She had just finished up her pepperoni rolls when Rachel finally confronted her.
“So what did Mr. Sexy say that’s got you preparing for the apocalypse via baked goods?” Rachel joked.
“Oh, nothing. I’m just really in the zone today. It’s great, right?” she said, hoping Rachel would accept her brush off of the subject.
“If it all sells, yeah. However, you’re not getting o
