Page 13 of Don't Hurt Us
“Fantastic, thanks to you.”
“What’d I do?”I can hear the smile in her voice and I wish she were here so I could pull her into my arms and hug her.
“Well, you did so much work and put together these pairings.My employees went above and beyond tonight.They came up with even more ideas.We sold out of the desserts within the first hour of the bar being open.”
“Are you serious?That’s so awesome!”She’s so excited and I love knowing I did that.
“What do you think of increasing our order to thirty for tomorrow?”
“You want to do that already?What if tomorrow is slow?”
“Then I’ll get to eat thirty delicious desserts.This sounds like a win-win situation to me.”
“You will not!”She giggles.“Do you want me to send someone over with more lemon bars for tonight?”
“Nah, you don’t need to do that.I don’t want customers to think there’s an endless supply.Plus, I can’t expect you or your employees to make a trip over every time we run out.”
“Ok… I'm really happy this is going so well, Mav.”
“Me too.What’s on the menu for tomorrow?”
“Chocolate cake.I made the cakes today and I’ll ice them and decorate them in the morning.”
“You make the best chocolate cake.Maybe we need to up it to fifty slices,” I practically groan.
“Nope!You get thirty.I'm not letting you kill yourself on my desserts.”
“Wait… Is thirty too much if you already made the cake?If it is, we don’t need to do that much.”
“It’s fine.I was planning to serve them in the bakery.I made ten cakes.I keep them in the fridge until we need them so they stay longer.”
“I don’t know how you keep all of your orders straight.I’d forget something… Or a lot of things.”
“It’s just a habit at this point.”She giggles.“Plus, there are massive white boards in the kitchen.Every week I write our orders for the week in one color and we always make extras.In another color, I write what we plan to have available in the bakery.”
“How many boards do you have?”
“Seven.It’s intense, but it’s the system that works best for me.As we finish an order, I can erase it and make myself feel like I accomplished something.As the board gets more and more empty, I get happier and happier.”
“That’s a good idea.Maybe I need to start doing that.”I rub the back of my neck.
There are murmured voices on the other side of the line and Sydney says something, but I can’t make out what it is.
“Hey, Mav, I need to go.We had a little issue with our science project and the world is falling to pieces.”
“Yeah, no problem.I should probably get back to work anyway.I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“Of course.Night.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
Chapter 8
Sydney
Irelaxintomyroutine of decorating my cakes.I love piping icing and getting to turn this cake into whatever I want.Sometimes I keep it simple, but other times I like to make it a little fancier.For some reason, I want the cakes for Maverick to be a little fancier.
“Hey, Syd?”Melissa peeks her head into the kitchen.
