Prologue

Max

White Noise and a Strange Beginning

The dull buzz of ovens vaguely registered as I slipped on my earphones, soon to be replaced by my music, Lorde's latest song bursting through into my ears. I silently tapped my boot on the floor as I tied my blue apron around my waist, black long sleeve shirt rolled up to my elbows and tied my messy blondish hair into a knot.

"Why is it that the daughter of the owner doesn't need to dress in uniform?"

Ella asked, smirking as she slipped on the silly baker's hat that mom made every employee wear, her dark brown hair slipping out from underneath it in soft curly tendrils and I had always been jealous of.

"Momma's Girl perks" I stuck my tongue out at her and she laughed turning around flipping me the bird as she walked out, dang I think I'm rubbing of on her.

I sighed walking lazily to my station; I took out my ingredients for Momma's Made from Scratch Double Chocolate Fudge Brownies, one of my mom's best sellers in the store. I preheated my ovens leaning on the counter as I waited, I practiced pleasant smiley faces on the glass in front of me, mom always got complaints that her head baker never looked happy, I'm not mad. I'm just concentrated, geez.

In case you're terribly confused, let me enlighten you. My mother owns Mothers Pantry Bakery, all 6 of them in our county. Mom did make it big after she competed in that Bakers wars on TV, she opened up her own place with the prize money after she brought home first place. I manage the shop nearest home.

I heard the beep of the oven, preheat was complete. I grabbed my bowl and started mixing in all my dry ingredients in it, slowly adding in the eggs and cream. I lost myself in the music and the art of baking, ignoring all the customers that would walk in and take a minute to watch me bake through the glass, most would look over me and on to Ella whom generally engaged the visitors and smiled, waving at the little ones while she made her pastries.

See mom has this idea that if the customers see how you make their food, they'll want to buy it, hence the glass stations and viewing booths. I personally didn't care, I rocked out to my music, dancing as I poured batters and made pastries.

And everything was fun and games until it was too late.

See kids, be mindful of your surroundings, I wish I had been paying attention all those times… I would have noticed my stalker the day they walked in and never left.

Hey guys, this is what happens when I suffer writers block :( I randomly write a new story.

Thanks for reading! If your somewhat intrigued please let me know and I'll continue :)

Thanks so much for all the patience and love :)

soo... who do you think the stalker is? hehe I'm curious-

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