Novel & Cerita Harry Styles Bakery

Harper yelled. Scarlett waved him to follow her past the display case and through a set of double doors into the bakery. A woman stood at one of the three stainless steel tables set up in the middle of the bakery. Her jet black hair was swept up under a hair net and her turquoise T-shirt was covered in white powder. She had an airbrush machine in one hand and her focus was on a cake that seemed to be made of balloons. "Wow, this is amazing." Scarlett got a few feet closer then stopped.

Harper asked, standing on her porch as though she had been waiting on me for a while. "I don't mind. But can we make it brief? I don't want to show up late at work." I said, walking over to the bakery. "Don't worry. We won't use up your time.“ “Since that's the case…” “Please come in.“ With a faint smile on her timeworn face, she stared at me for a moment, and then we headed into the shop together. The colorful tablecloths and fresh pastries scent regularly make the shop enchanting. But the real magic is Mr. Harper. His appearance seemed frown every time he bakes, but his pastries are really tasty.

This time I planned on getting enough dessert to share with my gang since they seemed so keen on taking all of my haystacks last time. I decided to walk down to it since it was only a few blocks away. When I reached the bakery, it was all but empty inside. Obviously I had missed the run for breakfast goods, and it was like any other store for being slow on a Monday. There were just a few donuts left in the case, but I wanted macarons. The cookie display had an assortment of chocolate chip, sugar, peanut butter, and a couple of others, but no macarons. “Can I help you?” A lady walked out from the back of the store. She was about five foot five or so and had shoulder length red hair.

“That could put this place in a lot of trouble. And don't forget who you're dealing with.” The woman swallowed. “Only our technical guy knows how to handle that stuff, but he's not even in Baltimore." "Don't worry," I said, pulling out my phone. "I have someone of my own." I dialed Harry's number. "I need you at Sweet Dreams Bakery right now. Bring your tools." After I hung up, Tony looked at me. “What’s Harry going to do?” “He's going to hack and track down the address from which the order was placed."

"Harry? Why are you here?" "Well..." Harry walked into the convenience store from the outside. He looked around and smiled at Laura. "Laura, your store looks quite nice. It's quite clean as well. I don't have anything to do today, so I've decided to come and hang around your place. Is that alright?" "That's fine. There's a chair over there, take a seat. There's water in the store and food as well. Take whatever you want." Laura smiled as she looked at Harry. Harry had finished dying his hair grey.

On one of those days, I was starting to pack up when the front bell suddenly rang and a tall handsome man stepped in. “I am sorry, are you closing already? I was dying for some cupcakes…” His smooth, calming voice stole my breath away, and it took a couple of seconds before I realized that I had finally gotten a customer. “Yes, sure!” I jumped, hurrying to serve him. “By the way, my name is Harry… you must be the new damsel in the pack.” He introduced himself, and the rest, they say, was history. Harry and I became very good friends. His genuine love for my pastries made him invite even more of his friends, which in turn helped my business to pick up.

immediately i stopped a passing taxi, got in and he zoomed off. I stepped out of the taxi in front of the mini baking company, The building small but charming, with a sign that read "Olive's Bakery" in a cheerful script. My pulse quickened as I sighed and pushed open the door, the bell chiming overhead. I stepped inside the bakery, my eyes adjusting to the cozy warmth. The scent of freshly baked bread and pastries instantly made my mouth water. There was a woman behind the counter, her back turned to me. She has a long brown hair that cascade down her back, and she wore a simple white apron.

I muttered. “That’s not an issue. I’m here. We’ll go shopping today.” “No, Harry. You’re busy. I can just pick something.” “No. That’s not acceptable. They’re meeting the Trinity Real Estate CEO for the first time. You have to stand out. Let’s inform the housekeeper—she can look after the kids while we’re out.” “Fine,” I said, hiding a laugh. “So, you’re my stylist for today?” A few hours later, we were walking through rows of boutiques. Some were familiar, others not. Harry’s hands sifted through racks, placing dresses in front of me, his fingers brushing the silky fabrics.

Half a month later, Eric officially opened a bakery and coffee shop called Atomy. On an opening day, very curious university students went to taste it. More people queuing also attracts more people. Eric's cakes make a total of ten different types, novel designs are bought by many people. They ate very well, and their spirits felt very good. Prices are cheap and affordable, so on Mondays and Tuesdays, they are still very crowded. Henry also tried to make cakes to sell but his skills were not as good as Eric's, Eric found it very funny but also encouraged him to try harder. So Herny is also a coffee grinder and bartender, Henry and Eric's looks are looked at by many female students, Eric feel