#Chapter 55: Flour Fight
Abby
The ambiance of the restaurant after hours is one of muted stillness, a stark contrast to its bustling
daytime persona.
I absolutely cherish these moments, where the world seems to fade, and it’s just me and my culinary
creations.
Tonight, it’s not about a new dish or preparation for the next day’s service, nor is it even about the
upcoming cookoff for the Alpha party competition.
Instead, it’s personal. Chloe’s birthday is tomorrow, and there’s no way I’m going to let it slide without a
special treat. Hence, the covert operation: baking her a surprise birthday cake and finalizing our party
plans.
The ingredients lay sprawled on the counter: flour, sugar, eggs, chocolate, vanilla extract, and a myriad
of decorations. I’ve decided on a red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting—her absolute favorite.
As I start mixing the batter, a shadow unexpectedly looms over me.
Startled, I nearly drop the whisk. Turning around, I’m met with the piercing gaze of Karl. He stands
there, his arms crossed, a mixture of annoyance and curiosity evident in his brown eyes.
“Karl!” I exclaim, caught off guard. “What are you doing here? It’s late. You scared me half to death.”
He arches a brow. “Could say the same about you.”
Flustered, I reply, “I could ask you to leave since I literally own the place.”
His smirk is both infuriating and charming at the same time. “Trying to pull rank on me, Abby? Really?”
“Well, what do you want?” I sigh, not in the mood for his banter, especially given our recent encounter.
Instead of answering, he glances down at the mess on the counter, then back to me, eyes softening a
little.
“Baking a cake, huh?”
I nod, rolling my eyes. “Observant, aren’t we?”
“I can help,” he offers, surprisingly sincere.
“With the way you reacted the other day? I think I’m good, thanks,” I respond, a little sharper than
between us is still
out angrily since I told him that I couldn’t
lost in thought. When he speaks, his
be a fan of surprises, but I can’t bear to see
Let
by his words but the
other day?”
sighs, running a hand through his hair. “A bit, yeah. But this isn’t
for the right words. “…Doing something nice.
glint with mischief, replacing the annoyance
quickly and then moves to stand beside me. With deft
right amount of cocoa powder. The batter comes
luscious.
hour, it’s a blend of teamwork and
each other’s
batter is poured into a mold, and it’s
my flour-covered hands on
of flour. “How about a little fun while we
what he means, a cloud of white
is clinging to my hair, eyelashes, and the tip of my nose.
shock giving way
both shocked and amused. I look at him, my expression feigned
betray
the room, a deep,
up a generous handful of flour and, with
right
slow. The flour smacks him
is shrouded in silence—then both of
laughter.
becomes two, two becomes four, and before
of white powder fly in every direction,
everywhere.
chaotic, but it’s also… freeing. As we duck, dodge, and counter-attack, I’m
back in time.
shared kitchen resurface—of simpler times when we used
on the floor. And then, almost always, laughter would give
intimate closeness.
cheeks as flashes of those memories—of tangled limbs and
me. I quickly turn away, the reminiscing threatening to reveal emotions I’ve
trying to keep
hands raised in surrender.
flour, grins. “Fine, truce. But only
gesture at the utter mess we’ve made. “Look
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