Romans & histoires Baker's Nook

Mira knocked again, louder this time "wake up sleepy head, you're resuming today remember?and you're already late" That cleared the sleep alright. She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. Brooklyn dropped her at the bakery 30 minutes later, she headed towards the front door and opened it. The bell chimed as she stepped in. The place looked exactly how it should be, filled with customers, conversing with one another as they munched on their treats. Her eyes went to the show glass, and just as she thought, her special wasn't there, probably because she refused to share the recipe with anyone..

"What is that heavenly smell?" Kaia sniffed the air as well. It smelled fresh, warm and delicious. It was bread, fresh bread from the over. Kaia followed the smell around the corner to find a rundown bakery. Ignoring how the building seemed to be falling apart, she stepped inside to find shelves of baked goods. There were croissants, pies, buns, loaves and chocolate-covered pastries. God how she loved pastries. Lynn had followed her in and was investigating the displayed goods, sniffing each of them with delight. An old woman hobbled out from the back room, "Welcome dearies, what can I get for you?"

“Maybe Hannah didn’t make any this year?” Molly frowned as she thought about her best friend forgetting to bring the shop’s signature cookie platter. She'd never forgotten before. Hannah Johnson was the town’s resident baker and owned her own shop just a few doors down. “Hannah wouldn’t forget. She might be a little late, but she’d never—”

I can see my father is touched to be included. "To Abigail, she leaves Bread." Our collective confusion shows on our faces, and Mr Thompson continues hurriedly, "Bread is a bakery located in The Lanes." "She left me a bakery? What? How?" I gasp. I look at my parents, and it is clear that neither of them has a clue either.

There were some customers walking in and out of the store casually. Sachin spread his arms dramatically. “Behold.” Drake stared at him, unsure of what he was referring to. “A bakery?” “Yes.” Elaina raised a brow. “The magicians are hiding in pastries?” “Not exactly,” Sachin said, already moving toward the door. Inside, the bakery was chaotic in the most pleasant way. Workers rushed with trays of golden loaves and honeyed buns to display counters while children pressed their faces to glass cases with drooling mouths.

Her stomach churned as she read the neat, deliberate script. For Noah. The simplicity of the message sent a shiver down her spine. She tore her gaze from the tag and focused on the contents of the basket. Slowly, she untied the ribbon and peeled back the cellophane, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. Inside was an assortment of baked goods—cookies, cupcakes, and small pastries, each one intricately decorated and perfectly arranged. They looked fresh, the aroma sweet and inviting. But there was something off about the whole thing.

She's looking deep into something in her laptop so Nana took a little more time to look around the lobby. There is a counter bench right in front of her. A very long one that curved to where the receptionist is sitting at. Under the other long bench that's facing her, there are so many cakes, cookies, cupcakes, coffees, waffles and some biscuits. Everything is very clear to her eyes because of the stainless, unmarked, discolored glass that they're encased in. She made a intellectual note to buy a lot of things here before leaving later. With that, she walked further to the receptionist.

Each piece of furniture, each decoration, felt like a labor of love, carefully chosen and placed with their shared dream in mind. On weekends, they would practice recipes together, filling their cottage with the sweet scents of cinnamon rolls, buttery croissants, and chocolate tarts. Nicholas perfected his sourdough recipe, while Lillian experimented with different flavors for jams and spreads, using berries they picked from the fields on the outskirts of town. They wanted the bakery to feel like an extension of their home, a place where everyone could experience the warmth and comfort they had found in Port Haven.

You wouldn’t know it. **VesperVixen:** Try me. **quietreader87:** Port Solace. **VesperVixen:** I actually know Port Solace. I drove through there once on my way to a shoot. Cute bakery on the main road. Smelled like heaven. Noah’s heart stopped. That was his aunt’s bakery. He didn’t reply for three hours. When he finally did, his hands were shaking. **quietreader87:** That’s my aunt’s place. I work there.

The door was also made of glass and there were already food inside. "Your Majesty..." Noah whispered as he stared at the bakery. "It looks amazing!" Althea and I said. "Thank you so much," Noah said with a bow. Dad patted his shoulder then went inside. Angelo and Saint went with us inside and three guards stayed outside. "Your Majesty!" Noah's uncle called from the cashier. He immediately bowed. "I cannot be more grateful to what you have given us," He said. Noah greeted his Uncle and we wandered in the bakery. There was like a lounge in the back where employees can rest and there were only 2 employees. It’s a new opened bakery anyway. Noah's uncle prepared us some tea.