Criminal at Heart
The girl from the bakery made it obvious she didn't want me in her bedroom, so I tried my best to respect her space. I didn't look around at all her knickknacks or check out what books she had on her shelf. I glanced at things out of the corner of my eye, but mostly I stayed put in the office chair she rolled across the floor.
She sat on her bed, but I didn't go anywhere near it. I could barely see her laptop, but that didn't really matter. I wasn't interested in the show.
Finally, I came to my senses and said, “Oh! Thanks again for those chocolate tarts.”
She acted like she didn't know what I was talking about, like she didn't remember giving them to me. I didn't buy it.
“My brother loved them. Your bakery is amazing.”
“It's not mine,” she said. “I just wor
