Literature
Interview With a Baker
“I hope you enjoy them! Have a nice day!” “And you too, sweetheart. Best of luck!” “Oh, thanks Mrs Finley… I’m so nervous!” “Oh, well, they’d just be a bunch of fools to not pick you,” Mrs Finley waved away the notion with her free hand. The other plump hand was clutching a paper bag full of croissants that she knew for a fact that she would be enjoying later. In the three years since this new bakery had opened up in her neighborhood, it had become her new favorite spot; she must have stopped in almost every day some weeks… Of course, in Alexa Finley’s opinion, the owner was an absolute peach pie as well. “I hope you’re right, Mrs F,” said peach pie flashed an apprehensive smile. “Oh, I know I am,” Mrs Finley asserted before turning to leave. Before she had exited the small shoppe, she stopped to turn back around. “And by the way, my friends call me Alexa,” she smiled casually. “Oh,” the shop owner replied, “well, I’m Chelsea,” she replied, returning the smile. “It’s
