#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
the recent confusion between us is still fresh in my mind,
I told him
lost in thought. When he speaks, his voice
fan of surprises, but I
you. Let me
his words but the genuineness
other day?”
a hand through his hair. “A bit, yeah.
for the right words. “…Doing something nice.
voice warms my heart. “Fine, but only if you promise not to mess it
eyes glint with mischief, replacing the
washes his hands quickly and then moves to stand beside me. With deft hands,
of cocoa powder. The batter comes together beautifully,
luscious.
it’s a blend of teamwork and teasing. There’s an
blossoms as we laugh at each other’s quips
a mold, and it’s slid into
my flour-covered hands on
full of flour. “How about a
what he means, a cloud of white powder is
clinging to my hair, eyelashes, and the tip of my nose. I
shock giving way to
shriek, both shocked and amused. I look at him, my
escaping my lips betray
fills the room, a deep, infectious sound. “Bring
up a generous handful of flour
it right
flour smacks him square in the face,
is shrouded in silence—then both of us
laughter.
two, two becomes four, and before we know it, we’re engaged in an all-out
Clouds of white powder fly in every
everywhere.
freeing. As we duck, dodge, and
back in time.
of our old shared kitchen resurface—of simpler times when we
fights and end up laughing on the floor. And then, almost always, laughter would give way to
intimate closeness.
warmth fills my cheeks as flashes of those memories—of
the reminiscing threatening to reveal emotions
to keep
the oven, noticing that the cake’s baking time is nearly up. “Okay, okay! Truce!” I
hands raised in surrender.
flour, grins. “Fine, truce. But only because
gesture at the utter mess we’ve made. “Look at this! Now, who’s going to clean
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