Jack's POV
“If you add the lemon juice, it will be too acidic. You only add the zest, being careful not to grate the white part.” I try carefully. “That’s it, you have the gift, kid. I’ll make you my pastry assistant one of these days.” I smile at Mrs. Gibson’s words.
“Sometimes I think I was a pastry chef in another life, although it doesn’t suit me, it comes very naturally.” I pour the batter into the pan and make the pancakes.
“The other time I sold the cupcakes you made and they wouldn’t stop complimenting me, Jack. You should talk to Mr. Nell, you could...”
“Jack, the flour truck is here!” I smile and leave everything.
I wipe my hands on my shirt.
“I’d like to, Mrs. Gibson, but I have to work, I’m sorry.” I hurry away to bring in the sacks of flour.
“Here I am, Mr. Nell, I’m so
