The apple pie in the sky
Bella Swan is the bright eyed, bushy tailed and fresh faced owner of the mysterious Giant Pie cafe, people who enter always come out with a smile on their face s. Edward Masen is a cynical business man determined to find out what her and her cafes secret is. But when he finds himself oddly drawn to this quirky cafe and its charming owner/chef the question is not what the secret is but can Bella get him to try some of her pie. (That wasn't a euphemism for people out there with dirty minds by the way).
It was another normal morning at my cafe, albeit rainy, but you learn to expect it in forks. The rain came pouring out of the swirling pewter clouds and ran off of the pie shaped roof in rivulets, slowly building up puddles.
My favourite radio was blaring from my tinny speakers and I was just taking out the last pie from the oven when I heard a knock at the door. I took my time sprinkling the crispy golden pastry with sugar and allowed the glorious smell to waft from the kitchen.
I hurried to the door when the man came into my line of sight. He stood under the cover of the pie crust, sopping wet. His penny coloured hair was plastered to his sculpted face and beads of water ran down his crumpled suit.
I opened the door.
She opened the door to the cosy looking room full of cushy chairs and the scent of pie, figures. The girl had the most enormous chocolaty brown eyes I'd ever seen, long chestnut hair she constantly brushed out of her eyes and a petite frame clothed in raggedy jeans and a crinkled cream blouse. The name tag read Bella.
The roundish room was wallpapered in a tasteful textured cream and pictures of the girl and what I assumed were either her family or friends hung all around. On one side there was a glass counter filled with assorted baked goods; pies, cupcakes, various and sundry cookies and pastries.
The ceiling lights cast a golden yellow glow on the mismatched chairs.
"Sorry to bother you miss but I need a place to shelter from the rain, I know it's far too early for you to be open yet". I said, exasperated that my forgetful driver had reduced the great Edward Cullen to sheltering in the tacky monstrosity of a giant pie.
"That's okay would you like to take a seat?" she asked gesturing to one of the lemon coloured armchairs. "I've just finished baking a cherry, cinnamon and citrus pie, would you like a slice, on the house seeing as you got soaked while I took it out of the oven, you poor thing."
"Cinnamon, cherry and citrus sound like quite an odd recipe, where on earth did you find it? I'm not a sweet person so I'll pass but if you could get me coffee" god why can't she leave me alone to my musings doesn't she have pies to bake?
Her face dropped into a hurt disappointed expression and her brown eyes grew doe like. "Sure coming right up, strong, black and no sugar right? I can tell. I don't use recipes by the way, it's why every day the pies have different fillings, I was hoping to test drive it on you to see if it was an edible combination" she rambled. I can tell? What did she mean by that?
Bella wandered over to the kitchen area I could just glimpse from behind the counter and pressed a series of buttons on the machine. For lack of anything else to do I watched her as she bustled about the kitchen, she seemed to be in her element. Her walk was rather a clumsy gait and as she stumbled about I saw her put away and battered old book, presumably she used it to write about the weird pie filling concoctions she invents.
Soon a steaming black cup of coffee arrived on my table along with a rather flushed looking waitress.
I placed the coffee on his table and pointed to the seat opposite him. "Do you mind?" I asked timidly. "Not at all" he muttered looking out of the window. I sat down and studied him. His profile chiselled to perfection, a solid jaw, flawless white skin and beautiful mossy green eyes. His suit although worse for wear was very tasteful, clearly tailored for him. The bags under his eyes were evident, clearly the world of business only allowed for three hours sleep, the fact he was here at 7am reinforced the point.
I could tell he was lonely even if it was only on a subconscious level; one of the basic needs is human contact, someone you could be yourself with. He clearly hadn't found one of those in his sky high corporate ladder .The way he nursed his mug and refused to look me in the eye proved it. My one's going to be a challenge I thought to myself.
"Do you mind" I asked frustrated. "Sorry mind what"? She asked sickeningly innocently. "Your blatant staring is rather grating my shredded nerves!" I said my voice slightly rose. She landed back slightly, her eyes hardening. "I'm not staring I'm studying, there's a big difference my friend". "At what point in the five minutes have I known you did you become my friend, you don't even know my name Bella?" I spat. Friends only hold you back; leave you when you need those most. "Edward Cullen" she said confidently "I went to high school with you or is that too far back for and ignoramus like you to recall? Tell me, how is Alice?" she said he face rising in colour.
"touché" I said a smirk creeping across my face. She stormed off into the kitchen and I could hear the banging of pots and pans.
This coffee was good, I left a ten dollar bill on the table and exited without saying my goodbyes, just as the place was starting to fill up.
He'll be back, I can tell.