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He asks. “A macchiato, two cream buns, two chocolate glazed doughnuts and a vanilla flavored cupcake.” I had memorized everything I was asked to get, well, the macchiato is for me and the cream buns too but the rest is for them. I watch the barista input my order, watching him get to work. I look around the cafe again, smiling when I see the small library shelf by the corner. That’s cute. My eyes strayed for a second and widens dramatically on seeing Melanie in the cafe but that’s not even the things.

Celine replied They both laughed out loud "Alright, enough of the laughing..am so craving for that dish am perceiving now, it smells yummy right?" Melissa says "Of course, let me go have a look cause its remaining few minutes for it to be ready..i will be right back, make yourself comfortable" she says as she left for the kitchen Couple of minutes later, Celine dished out some quantity of Collad beans on a two ceramic dish and carried it to the dinning.. "Food is ready my dear, come on over to the dining.." Celine says

The ceramic was warm in my hand, soothing me better than the hot shower I'd just gotten out of. Melanie had gotten the brilliant idea to feed me tea before cooking me anything to eat. She's apparently been researching a bunch of mommy blogs while she'd been stuck at customs trying to get Zayed's paperwork faxed over to get him his visa. She'd gone down some kind of rabbit hole and had found a bunch of anti-nausea recipes that she'd been dying to give me the second she'd gotten home. It was so fucking cute that I squeezed her immediately.

Mel asked as she stepped into the elevator. "Homemade food?" Alex asked with his eyebrow raised. "Yeah, homemade food by me," Mel said proudly. To be honest, Alex thought Mel could not cook. But he dared not say it out aloud. "Ohhhhh, Mel said as she nodded her head in realization. "I get it, you think I can't cook," She said pretending to be angry. "I didn't say anything. You just made up those assumptions." Alex justified. "I understand; everyone thinks the same thing." Mel said with a deep sigh.

The news filled me with cautious hope. I went back to the ward, kissed Mum goodbye, and promised I’d return tomorrow. She protested as usual, but it was futile. I would be here — no matter what. On my way back, I spotted a small roadside thrift book stall. The colorful covers drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, bumping gently into other customers, a green book caught my eye. The cover was filled with beautiful pastries. Bake Like a Pro: A Beginner’s Guide to Making Homemade Specials. I flipped through the pages, scanning the headings. It looked solid. I counted a few bucks and handed them to the old trader.