Page 10 of The Alpha and the Baker
Even if I never saw the guy again, he sure had made my day pretty spectacular. It was still early, but I was sure I would nail all three cakes, and not only would I get seven hundred dollars right into my pocket, but some little girl’s day wasn’t going to be ruined.
That was a win-win in my book if there ever was one.
Once the second cake was in another oven, it was time to pull out the first cake and let it cool before I moved on to the third cake. I made sure to check my timers five times over, because I didn’t want anything to be even mildly burnt since an unplanned scorching was why Cas visited my bakery in the first place.
I would have to ask him what had led him tomine.It could provide some very useful insight about my online presence. It most definitely wasn’t just an excuse to talk to him again.
I rolled my eyes at myself. I wasn’t really serious about flirting with him, after all, I’d likely never interact with him again after I delivered the cakes, but he had unknowingly put a majorly positive spin on my day, so I definitely had some warm feelings toward him. He might never know the effect he had onmy business, or even my day, but that was okay. I liked to think he’d get his good karma in time.
Hewasgetting three delicious cakes.
Time began to move once all the cakes were either cooling or cooked, and I found myself completely locked into the rhythm, taking a break every ten minutes to do a quick walk around the front of the shop to make sure I hadn’t missed anything. So far, I’d never missed the tinkling of the bell, but it never hurt to double-check.
I reveled in the rhythm of cutting the layers, mixing fillings, assembling, icing. Man, I’d forgotten how I loved doing bigger projects. Sure, there was a lot of joy to be found in making a batch of croissants, or fresh bagels, and chocolate cookies, but there was something special about a cake for a celebration. Knowing that likely a hundred or so people were all going to share something tasty together, laughing and enjoying their party filled me with a contentment I couldn’t get anywhere else. I was just one person, and I couldn’t change the whole world, but I could help other people make amazing memories.
And that was a power I wouldn’t ever take for granted.
Somehow, despite all the odds, I stepped back from three finished cakes at two forty-five. They weren’t the most glamorous things I’d ever made, with very straightforward icing and almost no decoration, but what mattered was that they were ready andnotburnt.
“Time to box these babies up.”
I did just that, then closed up the shop. Usually, I did that around two p.m., but all my attention had been on the final steps of the cakes, so I hadn’t had a chance. It wasn’t like it mattered, since no customers had come in anyway. I wasn’t salty about it, though. Bakeries were always quiet in the afternoons.
I wish Mom could have seen this.
The thought surprised me enough to pause while I was putting the second cake into my stabilized cake carrier in my delivery van. It was a used vehicle that I’d fixed up myself before I even opened the bakery. My mom had often sat in a folding chair and watched me, switching up the playlist whenever the algorithm took us too far off course. It had been such a fun project, and I couldn’t help but think how proud she’d be to see me using it for a big order half an hour away.
“Thank you,Ibu,” I murmured, imagining the rush of emotion was my mother’s arms around me. While I usually called her “Mom”, sometimes it simply felt right to call her that in her native language. Bahasa Melayu was my second tongue, and everything I’d learned of it, I’d learned from my mom. She had blessed me with that heritage.
I wished I had someone I could share stories about her with. It turned out that when one dedicated their all to finishing their education and opening their own business, there wasn’t a lot of time for anything else. Part of me wished I had strayed off course a little while growing up, that I had dipped my toes into partying and making friends, but it was a really small part. I loved my dream, and I was happy with how far I had come.
I just wanted my business to survive long enough for me to keep going.
There was no telling what the future held, but the six hundred dollars plus a hundo delivery fee was agreatstart to change the tide. So, I shoved down the doubt trying to creep into my mood and changed into clean clothes, then headed out.
I knew most people would expect me to hire a driver or a delivery service, but if I did that, I’d never be able to afford to deliver. Maybe one day I’d have an employee, but I was pretty far from that milestone for obvious reasons.
The GPS said I was twenty-seven minutes away rather than the twenty-four Cas had said. I cranked up my tunes and droveverycarefully. It looked like I was going to get there just a little earlier than four, which was what Cas had asked for. Was it greedy to hope he might tip on top of everything else? Possibly, but a girl could dream.
Thankfully, the drive was without incident or drama. The biggest snafu was making sure to dodge a couple of potholes that had cropped up due to the multiple freezes and thaws we’d had during the winter. I was certainly looking forward to later spring and the summer. Not just for the business. I’d always been a warm-weather girlie.
I wasn’t surprised that I ended up in the country, since Cas had mentioned they were country folk, but what I hadn’t expected was quite how abruptly the city turned into fields and woods. I was used to driving through more suburbs as a transition, but I supposed that was more to the east than south. Funny that I could still learn so much about the city I’d lived in since I was five.
Naturally, once I was about three minutes out, I had to turn down the radio so I could see the road signs better—when there were road signs at all. I was half expecting to end up at some sort of nature park or public area, but once I turned onto the final gravel road, I realized it was more of a commune than anything else.
“Dear Lord, I hope this isn’t a cult,” I muttered under my breath as I rolled up.
A thick line of trees connected to the forests that had lined the highway leading up to the backroads, but they quickly opened into wide open fields. The fields on my right were planted with some sort of crop or being prepped to be planted when things were a little warmer, but to my left was a massive field where a party was mostdefinitelygoing down.
“Now I know why he needed three cakes.” I marveled at the sheer number of people I was already seeing. There was a grillarea with twenty or so people chatting while they plated up huge platters of food that were then run over to a truly massive party tent with nearly a dozen tables set up under it. When the wind changed direction, the scent of it all drifted over to me, and my mouth instantly started watering. Had I remembered to eat today? No. I was pretty hungry—all I had in my stomach were the tiny tastes I had taken while making the cakes to make sure everything was balanced and delicious.
The tent and the grill area weren’t the only populated parts of the massive field. There was a play area with lots of games set up where at least two dozen kids and young people were frolicking about, and plenty of people carrying more things out from various houses to place them on tables under the tent, all laughing and chatting with each other.
There were folding chairs, camping chairs, and even long benches dotted around as well, some with their own smaller tables or even arranged around a stump, as if anyone who needed a break from heavy socialization could just sit and still enjoy their food without fully exiling themselves.
Wow.
What a setup.
