Snippet #2099790

Arrow had slept in his cat form again. It didn’t really bother him but sometimes the animal instinct to be lazy overwhelmed him. Still, he shook himself and streched out his muscles before jumping off his bed and landing on his feet as his normal self. Well, as normal as you can get with an angel. He blinked away the sleep from his eyes and dragged himself to the bathroom. After freshening up a bit he stepped out, freshly changed into his ever white Bakers outfit. His usual sunny smile adorned his face and his eyes sparkled in clarity that hadn’t been there just minutes ago.

Bounding out to the front of the café Arrow noticed Alex and three customers already sitting and in the “Singles” section no less. “Good day and welcome!” he said sunnily to all of them, throwing them a toothy grin in greeting. He turned then, specifically, to talk to Alex. “Will the regular batch do for today or do you want anything special done on the side?” he asked.

He made a mental list of every regular pastry they sold then another list of the ones he’d made last night and put to cool. He’d have to take those out in a few minutes, lest they get too cold and hard. They would be ready to put out in display and customers could pick from those while he baked the afternoon batch and then another night batch. He wondered momentarily if the chocolate was still rich and decided he’d check on that. Otherwise it would spoil and taste bitter and give awful stomachaches. His focus returned to Alex and he waited for his orders.



Farrah had read this for perhaps the hundredth time and it still didn’t quite feel real. Her brother, her geeky, lovable, dorky brother, was getting married. Finally after reading it one more time she let her eyes lower to the small message below written in her brother’s chicken scratch scrawl:



No. No, Farrah couldn’t believe it. She knew her brother had no idea about Gage, her mother’s ex-husband, but she couldn’t help feeling slightly betrayed. Her mother had given the invitation to her this morning and had been excited that her eldest son was finally settling down. She, on the other hand, wanted to give her brother a good shake and yell at him, Are you insane!?! What in the world are you thinking!? What drug are you on!?! She threw the card under the bed and quickly got dressed. For today she chooses her black antique dress. She puts on the matching old style lace up heeled boots and then gives herself a good look in the mirror. Her lips quirk and she ties the ribbon at her neck perfectly (from long hours of practice) to make the look more natural. Now she fully smiles, knowing she looks like a girl from a far off past when ladies weren’t supposed to show ankles. This will be her look today.

She hurries out with a “See you later!” to her mom and makes her way down her street. People are staring at her and giggling behind her back but Farrah doesn’t care. She loves to dress up and she isn’t ashamed to show it. Rounding the corner she stops in front of a small café. She’d been there yesterday, oddest thing happened… her wallet had disappeared. Next thing she knows it was still in her pocket. She gives the door a look, shrugs and bounds in walking straight for the “Singles” section. She hops onto the chair and gives a hello to every before turning to the owner of the place. “One coffee, black, really strong please.” She says, then mutters to herself, “I’m going to need it.”