Chapter Eight
The bakery was empty except for a student perched in one of the booths in the corner. He had thick glasses and was hunched over his laptop, plugging away at the keys with a danish on his left and a half-empty cup of coffee on his right.
Adalia stood behind the register, enjoying the sunlight on her cheeks. Small pleasures were the key to a happy life.
The kitchen was empty and she’d finished the morning breads and buns hours ago. They were laid out for purchase along with the sweet treats. She stifled a yawn. She’d been up since 2:00am getting everything ready for the day.
She bent her head over her own laptop and surfed the internet, searching for new ways to market, to bring in some kind of business.
The bell over the door rang, but she didn’t look up – there was somet
