Beverly had successfully avoided the topic of what happened the day before after she returned from the break room, but the next morning wasn't so lucky.
"What in the hell was that?" Brian asked her as she walked into the store.
"What was what?" Shit.
"You know what I'm talking about." He stated as he followed her into the break room, where she again put her belongings and grabbed her apron.
"No, I'm afraid I don't understand." She said, avoiding the topic as much as humanely possible. She walked into the kitchen to wash her hands and get started on making new pastries for the day.
"I believe he's referring to the event that occurred yesterday in which you shoved a pastry bag in a customer's face and immediately retreated to the break room for half an hour." Jimmy suggested, walking into the kitchen. "And, although this didn't happen yesterday, we're both concerned with the fact that you just put caramel on your hands instead of soap."
Beverly looked down at her hands and realized that she had, in fact, mistaken the caramel dispenser for the soap dispenser and was currently rubbing caramel all over her hands.
The three of them stared at her hands. She had no response. So she walked over about ten feet to the sink, where she thought she had been, and washed off her hands.
She pulled out the various ingredients and supplies she need for making the pastries from the various places they lived in the kitchen and began mixing them together. Maybe Alana would come in again today. If she did, the pastries would need to be perfect.
"Bev, really. Talk to us." Brian said, his tone friendly and concerned.
"There's nothing wrong, Zee. I need to get these pastries made before we open. I decided not to make them last night, so I'm making them this morning."
"Bev, you shoved a pastry bag in a customer's face. You've been acting weird ever since then. Come on, talk to us."
"I had an off day yesterday. That's all." She shrugged.
Brian pursed his lips, not buying that excuse in the slightest. "Mmhm."
"Can you just let me get these pastries done in peace, please?"
"Ooh, touchy, touchy." Jimmy raised his eyebrows and Beverly stuck her tongue out at him.
They let her be, deciding that they would pester her more about it later.
Beverly cracked the eggs and sifted the flower and the sugar and poured cups upon cups of water into countless bowls. She stirred and stirred until her arms were sore. She was trying to keep her mind off of Alana, but she was having a hard time of it. The image of Alana's frame outlined with a pool of sunlight made her head spin and the sound of her voice made her stomach flip and the memory of her smile and her laugh made her heart skip a beat each time she thought of it. She forced the thoughts of the blue eyed beauty out of her head for the time being, needing to focus on her work.
An hour and a half later, Brian came back in to check on Beverly and the pastries. She was icing the éclairs, first with a layer of chocolate icing, then swirls of vanilla icing on top.
Brian looked over the pastries, taking in deep breaths so he could take in as much of the delicious scent as he could.
Beverly was the one who suggested that they sell pastries. She had said that she had experience in baking and that she was pretty good at it and liked to do it. So she made some pastries for Jack, Brian, and Jimmy and all immediately decided that Beverly would be the pastry chef after only one bite of her baking.
"Smells great, Bev. How'd you learn to do that with the icing? So precisely, I mean." He asked, leaning against the counter.
"Remember my cousin Cristina?"
"The surgeon over at Seattle Grace, right?"
"Yep, that's the one. Her friend Izzie taught her how to ice, and Cristina then taught me. Izzie's also a surgeon and she bakes when she's stressed. I don't know how she managed to get Cristina to bake something with her; she's a huge workaholic and never has time for anything else. There!" she put the icing pack down on the counter. "All done."
"Want me to help you carry them out?" he offered.
"Sure. I'll take these. You can get the ones on the island."
The two carried the trays of warm pastries out and set them on top of the display case.
"Hey, Bev?" Brian had a look of confusion on his face.
"What is it?" she asked, retrieving the clean platters and strategically placing the pastries on them.
"Why do the éclairs have 'Alana' written on them in icing?"
Beverly stopped where she was and looked over at the éclairs. Shit.
She looked over at the éclairs and saw that they did, in fact, sport a blatantly obvious 'Alana' iced onto them in elaborate cursive.
"Those don't say Alana."
"Uh, yeah, they do. Jimmy, come over here and tell me that these éclairs don't have 'Alana' written all over them." He beckoned the other man over, who also looked over the pastries.
"They don't say 'Alana'." He said matter-of-factly.
"See?" Beverly raised her eyebrows at Brian and taking an inward sigh of relief.
"This one here says Bloom. And this one over here also says Bloom. And so do these three."
"See?" Brian mimicked, raising his eyebrows at Beverly.
"They do not! Look." She turned one upside-down. "See? It's just icing."
Brian and Jimmy shared a look, then looked back at her.
"All right fine, I'll fix them." Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes dramatically. She took the tray back into the kitchen and covered them with zigzags of dark chocolate and vanilla icing.
Thankfully for Beverly, Brian and Jimmy didn't remember that they had a customer the previous day with the name Alana Bloom, so she was safe. For now.
Jimmy had just flipped the sign and opened the doors to the public. It was a nice day out, so Jimmy and Brian had set some tables and chairs outside while Beverly was baking. Customers had already begun entering the shop when Beverly returned from the kitchen and put the éclairs into the display case. Brian had put the other pastries on their platters and into the display case, but naturally, he hadn't placed the pastries correctly. She sighed and took the platters out and reorganized them.
She was really just passing the time, waiting for Alana to show up. She had made the Apple Danishes extra special today, with more sugar and crisper apples. Plus, these weren't made the night before. From here on out, Beverly swore that she would get to the café every morning at 4:45 and bake the pastries fresh. She would need to get a set of keys from Jack. Or maybe Jimmy would give her his.
She kept a look out for Alana as the businesswomen and men filed into the shop.
"Your shop smells simply delicious this morning." one customer said as he stepped up to the register. He was a plump man with dark, curly hair and a scruffy beard.
"Thank you very much, sir. All of our pastries are home made by our very own Beverly Katz." Brian motioned to Beverly, who stood proud by her pastries.
"They smell wonderful. I can't wait to try one." He smiled at Beverly, who smiled back.
"Thank you very much. They're fresh out of the oven, so they're still hot."
"Oh, just how I like them." He turned back to Brian. "I'd like a Café Miel and a Cheese Danish, please." He looked over at Beverly. "Cheese is my passion."
"Maybe we'll add more cheese based pastries to our menu, then." She said, putting a Cheese Danish into a red pastry bag. They had gotten in the first shipment of their custom pastry bags; they were a chocolate brown with a thick stripe of red in the middle with "Bella's" written in the center in white cursive.
"Name?" Brian asked, Jimmy puttering around behind him, making Franklyn's drink.
"Franklyn."
"That'll be six dollars and fifty cents."
Franklyn handed Brian the exact amount of change – he must have calculated it while he was in line – and Beverly handed him the pastry.
"Thank you very much, sir. Have a wonderful day." Brian flashed him a smile and turned his attention to the next customer.
The store was especially crowded today, so Beverly had to crane her neck to look for Alana. But then she walked into the store, and Beverly spun into action.
"Zee, let me take over the register." She told Brian.
"What? Why?"
"I never do it. Let's switch. Come on, move." She grabbed his shoulders and all but pushed him out of the way.
"Jeez, Bev, could've just asked politely." He said with a sarcastic sneer.
She wrinkled her nose at him and turned to a customer with curly red hair that looked like it could set off a wild bull.
"Good morning. What would you like?"
There was something about this woman that Beverly didn't like. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she could sense it in how the woman held herself and looked down her nose at her.
"I'd like a grande Café Mocha, no sugar, extra whipped cream, extra dry, with half skim, half full milk. I don't want two percent milk, just a mixture of the both. And strawberry syrup, mix with the milk, then the coffee."
Ah, there it was.
"Would you like anything else with that?"
"No, only the coffee." She handed Beverly her credit card.
"Name?"
"Lounds."
"That'll be four dollars and twenty cents." She told her as she swiped her card. She handed it back and wished the woman a good day.
Only three more customers until Alana.
Two.
One.
And then there she was.
"Hi." Alana smiled.
Beverly stared back with a dreamy look on her face. "Hello." She sighed.
Alana stared back at her, feeling slightly awkward. "I'd, um–"
Beverly snapped back into reality when Brian nudged her in the side.
"Oh! Sorry, sorry. What can I get for you?" she was positive that her face was beet red.
Alana laughed and Beverly's heart skipped a beat. "I'd like a small Red Tux, please. And an éclair."
Beverly's breath hitched in her throat. Oh, no. Would Alana notice that her name was written in icing all over the éclairs? She hoped to God not.
Beverly tapped in Alana's order. "And will that be all?"
"Nope, that's it for today."
"Name?"
"Alana."
Brian looked quizzically between the two women, and something clicked. A mischievous smile found its way onto his face.
"Oh, Alana, is it?" he piped up. "You know, I heard that name recently. It's not as common as you might think."
Beverly glared at him, but he kept going.
"Where did we see it, Bev? Surely you know. Oh, Jimmy!" he tapped him on the shoulder. "Where did we hear the name Alana?"
"That name sounds oddly familiar. I believe we heard it this morning before we opened up shop, but I can't recall the context."
Beverly forced a laugh. "Please ignore them, they don't know what they're talking about. Your total is four dollars and nineteen cents."
Alana laughed again and handed Beverly her card. Beverly's fingers brushed against Alana's, and she reveled in it.
Brian handed Beverly the pastry bag with the éclair and she handed it to Alana.
"Thank you." She smiled.
"You're welcome." Beverly said dreamily, her normal persona forgotten at the moment.
Alana moved down to the end of the counter and Beverly's gaze followed her, watching how her hair bounced as she took each step and how delicately she pushed a stray strand behind her ear. She was wearing a black cardigan over a floral print dress, and damn did it fit her nicely.
"Bev."
She was standing facing forward, so Beverly had a great view of her profile. The dip at the top of the bridge her nose, the way her red lips stood out from her fair skin.
"Bev?"
How smooth her skin looked, how soft it must feel to run her fingers along it, memorizing every contour of her…
"Bev, for God's sake, quit gawking. We have customers to serve." Brian scolded, only half sarcastic.
"Oh, right. I'm done here, take it back." She took his shoulders and moved him in front of the register and went back to the pastries.
Later that afternoon, after Alana had left and Beverly's mind became almost completely clear, the usual wave of college students came in, all in great need of a pick-me-up during the last few weeks of school. Some were dressed in sweats, some in pajamas, but most were dressed normally. Only one student ordered an extra strong coffee, and they looked like they were about to fall down dead.
One student who looked especially well put together and rather professional came up to the counter.
"Hi." She smiled.
"Good afternoon. What can I get for you?"
"A small Chai Tea Latte, please. And a brownie."
"One small Chai Tea Latte and a brownie coming right up. Would that be all for today?"
"Oh, no, actually. I wanted to know if you were accepting job applications here?"
"Oh, um. Hold on." Brian turned around to Jimmy. "Price, are we accepting job applications?"
"Yes, we are. The forms are under the counter." He would have gone into more detail on the matter, but all of his attention was currently on making a Latte.
Brian turned back to her. "Yes, we are accepting job applications." He searched under the counter, moving things around and looking for something that resembled a job application form.
When he finally found it, he pulled one out of the middle of the stack and handed it to her.
"There you go."
She took it gratefully. "Thank you so much. When would you like it back by?"
"Uh. Next Monday, please."
"Okay, will do. Thank you again." She handed him her debit card so she could pay for her order.
"Nah, free of charge for a potential coworker."
"Really? Oh, well thank you." She blushed happily.
"My pleasure. Oh, could I get your name?" Brian asked her before she stepped away to wait for her drink.
"Margot Verger."
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