I know I’m going to combust if I don’t spill my news to Bea before the doors open for the day. So, I quickly shoot her a text from the walk-in-pantry.
Me
You are never going to believe what happened last night
Bea
Hey to you too! What’s cooking Miss Confetti?
Me
Let’s just say Brad came over to help with some of the orders last night and ended up icing my cake if you know what I mean
Bea
OMG hot damn I need to know everything
Me
I’m flat out this morning at work
Bea
Need a hand?
Me
It’s ok. I’ve got Rose here
Bea
There’s just you and Rose on a Saturday morning?
She knows Mom’s away, I guess, but maybe not about Marlene being sick.
Me
Yes I’m short, but it’ll be ok. If I get through the morning we can meet for a coffee before I get Deat and head to Mason’s party
Bea
You’ve never been good at asking for help. I might not be able to bake to save myself. But I can sure take money off people and work the register
Me
You’re amazing
Bea
And I want deets when we get a free moment. All of them
Me
I promise xxx
“My god,” Bea says, flopping down into one of the chairs in the cafe after we’ve locked up and cleaned the small shop floor. Rose has just left for the day with some muffins and cupcakes to takehome. I’ve also just given Bea a brief, but vivid, rundown on my shenanigans with Brad last night. “I’ll never look at your kitchen countertop in the same light again.”
I stifle a laugh as I bring our coffee over to the table she’s sitting at, closest to the kitchen. She just mopped the main floor for me and has finally hung up her apron strings.
