#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
us is
him that I couldn’t have sex with
down, momentarily lost in thought. When he speaks, his
not be a fan of surprises, but I can’t
not you. Let me help,
but the genuineness in his gaze. “You’re not still mad
other day?”
his hair. “A bit, yeah. But this isn’t about
right words.
his voice warms my heart. “Fine, but only
the annoyance
hands quickly and then moves to stand beside me. With deft hands, he helps pour
of cocoa powder. The batter comes together beautifully, velvety
luscious.
teamwork and teasing. There’s an unexpected
we laugh at each other’s
the batter is poured into a mold, and it’s slid into the preheated oven. “Now,
flour-covered hands
grins, holding up a cupped hand full of
cloud of white
of
giving way to
both shocked and amused. I look at him, my
escaping my lips betray me. “You’ll pay for
deep, infectious
a generous handful of flour and, with all the strength I
right at
slow. The flour smacks him square in the face, rendering
shrouded in silence—then
laughter.
handful becomes two, two becomes four, and before we know
powder fly in every direction, settling on counters,
everywhere.
chaotic, but it’s also… freeing. As we duck, dodge, and
back in time.
shared kitchen resurface—of simpler
the floor. And then, almost always,
intimate closeness.
fills my cheeks as flashes of those
me. I quickly turn away, the reminiscing threatening to reveal emotions
trying to keep at
at the oven, noticing that the cake’s baking time is nearly up. “Okay, okay! Truce!” I
hands raised in surrender.
toe in flour, grins. “Fine, truce.
the utter mess we’ve made. “Look at this! Now,
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