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Breakfast was much nicer than lunch, she thought remembering the taste of buttery crossiant in her mouth. Lunch was a combination of food that needed to be used up, including very sour pumpkin sourdough from the freezer, and some cheese that she wasn't quite sure was still good. She swallowed and tried to distract herself with flicking through photos on her phone. It didn't work.
The morning had been almost magical. Crisp morning air had kissed her face as she strolled the lanes, looking for something, anything new. She was loyal to Mia and her warm cosy shop, stuffed with armchairs and a counter brimming with muffins and quiche, cookies the size of your hand and pastries that glistened. But today, out of the corner of her eye, she'd spotted a dim glow coming from a tiny shop in the lane two streets back. Like a moth she was drawn to it and smiled at the sound of the door creaking open. The shop was simple, white painted walls, wooden benches and stools. But there was a shelf wrapping around the walls high up, and it was full of plants. Green ivy wandered here and there, ferms found a home in the corners and succulents filled the gaps. It was beautiful. She approached the counter with the old fashioned cash register and ordered a coffee. There were disgustingly delicious looking muesli slices there too, sticky with honey, but she'd get something later from Mia. It was when she was sitting on a stool, waiting for her morning pick me up that she noticed the barista staring at her.
It was him. Gregory's uncle. She smiled at him, and raised her hand in a greeting. "You're from the bookstore" was his reply. She nodded, picking up her cup from the bench. "Yes, and you're Gregory's uncle" It was his turn to nod. "I hope he is enjoying his books! They were so excited to meet him" His face twisted into a slightly confused look, but it only lasted a moment. He looked as if he was going to say something else, when the door opened and tumble of people crammed into the cafe noisily. She waved again, "See you round" and left.
The morning had been almost magical. Crisp morning air had kissed her face as she strolled the lanes, looking for something, anything new. She was loyal to Mia and her warm cosy shop, stuffed with armchairs and a counter brimming with muffins and quiche, cookies the size of your hand and pastries that glistened. But today, out of the corner of her eye, she'd spotted a dim glow coming from a tiny shop in the lane two streets back. Like a moth she was drawn to it and smiled at the sound of the door creaking open. The shop was simple, white painted walls, wooden benches and stools. But there was a shelf wrapping around the walls high up, and it was full of plants. Green ivy wandered here and there, ferms found a home in the corners and succulents filled the gaps. It was beautiful. She approached the counter with the old fashioned cash register and ordered a coffee. There were disgustingly delicious looking muesli slices there too, sticky with honey, but she'd get something later from Mia. It was when she was sitting on a stool, waiting for her morning pick me up that she noticed the barista staring at her.
It was him. Gregory's uncle. She smiled at him, and raised her hand in a greeting. "You're from the bookstore" was his reply. She nodded, picking up her cup from the bench. "Yes, and you're Gregory's uncle" It was his turn to nod. "I hope he is enjoying his books! They were so excited to meet him" His face twisted into a slightly confused look, but it only lasted a moment. He looked as if he was going to say something else, when the door opened and tumble of people crammed into the cafe noisily. She waved again, "See you round" and left.
Ah well, mundane afternoons must follow wonderful mornings she supposed. She glance around the store for something that may catch her interest. Unconsciously she found herself running her fingers along the cooking books, as teeny tiny chefs used their hands to try and get her to open their books, but it was a baking book she ended up with. The baker poker her tongue out at the other books and happily skipped across page after page, explaining the layer cakes and how to make a perfect cookie. "I'd very much like to bring you home with me Maddy, but I'm afraid I do t have enough hours in the day to use you!" As the baker hung her head, she melted away to nothing. "Well don't do that!" She called, and gave the book a hug, perhaps it would need to come home with her afterall. And there was still another copy for some other baker outthere. "Go on, show me your favourite recipe and if I like it we can try it tonight" Mandy the baker, magically reappeared to skip to a brownie recipe without any hesitation. "Good choice"
She made her way back to the counter and paid for the book. Perhaps magical days started and ended with magic and were only mundane in the middle. Because really, what night with brownies isn't magic?
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