Don’t Call Me Red

She picks it up and examines it thoroughly, smelling it before taking a bite. Keeping her face clear of any tells, she chews slowly, savoring the flavor. It’d been a while since she had something so perfect. Swallowing she finally gives the baker her thoughts.

Takes the card Meggi handed her and plays with it in her hands. “Thank you. Is everyone else in town as sweet as you?”

Meggi grabs a small CC box and places the rest of the pies in them as well as a few miscellaneous treats she had tucked away. She wrote storing and reheating instructions on the box as well. 

Cheryl takes the box and noticed the writing on it. How cute. She gave a kind smile to her face but rolled her eyes to herself at the whole exchange and how sweet she had to be to make friends as she reached in her bag to pull out a twenty for her.Then hopping up from her seat she grabbed the box in one hand, shaking Meggi’s hand with the other.

She looks down at the twenty in her hand “That is more than enough and you are welcome anytime, Poppy!” Meggi wanted to welcome her with open arms just like she has with anyone else who has visited her kitchen. She walked her to the door and waved her off as she stepped into her car. 

Cheryl gave her a grin at the use of her fake name and followed her through the house to the front door. Making her way to the car she waved goodbye to the sweet baker and sped off to the grocery to pick up food for the next week. 

She picks it up and examines it thoroughly, smelling it before taking a bite. Keeping her face clear of any tells, she chews slowly, savoring the flavor. It’d been a while since she had something so perfect. Swallowing she finally gives the baker her thoughts.

Takes the card Meggi handed her and plays with it in her hands. “Thank you. Is everyone else in town as sweet as you?”

Meggi grabs a small CC box and places the rest of the pies in them as well as a few miscellaneous treats she had tucked away. She wrote storing and reheating instructions on the box as well. 

Cheryl takes the box and noticed the writing on it. How cute. She gave a kind smile to her face but rolled her eyes to herself at the whole exchange and how sweet she had to be to make friends as she reached in her bag to pull out a twenty for her.Then hopping up from her seat she grabbed the box in one hand, shaking Meggi’s hand with the other.

She picks it up and examines it thoroughly, smelling it before taking a bite. Keeping her face clear of any tells, she chews slowly, savoring the flavor. It’d been a while since she had something so perfect. Swallowing she finally gives the baker her thoughts.

Takes the card Meggi handed her and plays with it in her hands. “Thank you. Is everyone else in town as sweet as you?”

She picks it up and examines it thoroughly, smelling it before taking a bite. Keeping her face clear of any tells, she chews slowly, savoring the flavor. It’d been a while since she had something so perfect. Swallowing she finally gives the baker her thoughts.

Takes the card Meggi handed her and plays with it in her hands. “Thank you. Is everyone else in town as sweet as you?”

“This is the address to a baker in town. One of the homes you sent me. Befriend her. She knows everyone in town.” 

Meggi was enjoying her afternoon tea when she saw the red impala pull up. Her heart stopped until she saw the occupant was a red head. Meggi took a moment to compose herself as the redhead stepped out of the car and sat extremely still until the visitor acknowledged her. A flood of relief when she introduced herself, just looking for treats. 

Cheryl follows the baker into the house taking it in. It looks bigger in the inside than from outside. The house was pristine, as well as the all white kitchen. It didn’t even look like she used it. She trailed her hand on the countertop and leaned on her elbow on a corner, tapping her nails on it while she talked while she talked to her.

“Strawberry?” She thought for a minute scrunching her nose in thought about what she still had an abundance of from this weeks valentine’s experiments. “Ah ha!” She moved to the fridge and pulled out a tray of hand pies. “Strawberry heart shaped hand pies!”

“Strawberry hand pies sound lovely, no matter the shape.” Cheryl said cheerily.

Meggi laughed with her to help put her at ease. Impressed she had finished school — she definitely didn’t look old enough— she probed some more as she waited for the pre heat to be done.

“Business. Management to be exact.” She said it fast enough — always good to have your backstory rehearsed and only be a twisting of the truth. Especially when these small town folk get nosy.

“Business Management. Well I am sure there are plenty of places that could use it. There’s always new shops popping up around here. I know the coffee shop has a bulletin board that people use to post help wanted. That may be a good start.”

Watching curiously as she mixed the glaze, she looked like she had been doing this for her whole life, Cheryl’s mouth started to water.

“Definitely good coffee. Although to be honest I don’t make it out there much. I usually brew at home.” She points over her shoulder at her espresso machine and coffee maker. “And I get my tea blends from my friend the next town over. But it’s definitely a hub to meet people.”

Cheryl makes a mental note to pop in to the shop and check out the board. Something to keep her busy, take up the spare time she has and maybe make some friends.

“This is the address to a baker in town. One of the homes you sent me. Befriend her. She knows everyone in town.” 

Meggi was enjoying her afternoon tea when she saw the red impala pull up. Her heart stopped until she saw the occupant was a red head. Meggi took a moment to compose herself as the redhead stepped out of the car and sat extremely still until the visitor acknowledged her. A flood of relief when she introduced herself, just looking for treats. 

Cheryl follows the baker into the house taking it in. It looks bigger in the inside than from outside. The house was pristine, as well as the all white kitchen. It didn’t even look like she used it. She trailed her hand on the countertop and leaned on her elbow on a corner, tapping her nails on it while she talked while she talked to her.

“Strawberry?” She thought for a minute scrunching her nose in thought about what she still had an abundance of from this weeks valentine’s experiments. “Ah ha!” She moved to the fridge and pulled out a tray of hand pies. “Strawberry heart shaped hand pies!”

“Strawberry hand pies sound lovely, no matter the shape.” Cheryl said cheerily.

Meggi laughed with her to help put her at ease. Impressed she had finished school — she definitely didn’t look old enough— she probed some more as she waited for the pre heat to be done.

“Business. Management to be exact.” She said it fast enough — always good to have your backstory rehearsed and only be a twisting of the truth. Especially when these small town folk get nosy.

“Business Management. Well I am sure there are plenty of places that could use it. There’s always new shops popping up around here. I know the coffee shop has a bulletin board that people use to post help wanted. That may be a good start.”

Watching curiously as she mixed the glaze, she looked like she had been doing this for her whole life, Cheryl’s mouth started to water.

“This is the address to a baker in town. One of the homes you sent me. Befriend her. She knows everyone in town.” 

Meggi was enjoying her afternoon tea when she saw the red impala pull up. Her heart stopped until she saw the occupant was a red head. Meggi took a moment to compose herself as the redhead stepped out of the car and sat extremely still until the visitor acknowledged her. A flood of relief when she introduced herself, just looking for treats. 

Cheryl follows the baker into the house taking it in. It looks bigger in the inside than from outside. The house was pristine, as well as the all white kitchen. It didn’t even look like she used it. She trailed her hand on the countertop and leaned on her elbow on a corner, tapping her nails on it while she talked while she talked to her.

“Strawberry?” She thought for a minute scrunching her nose in thought about what she still had an abundance of from this weeks valentine’s experiments. “Ah ha!” She moved to the fridge and pulled out a tray of hand pies. “Strawberry heart shaped hand pies!”

“Strawberry hand pies sound lovely, no matter the shape.” Cheryl said cheerily.

Meggi laughed with her to help put her at ease. Impressed she had finished school — she definitely didn’t look old enough— she probed some more as she waited for the pre heat to be done.

“Business. Management to be exact.” She said it fast enough — always good to have your backstory rehearsed and only be a twisting of the truth. Especially when these small town folk get nosy.

“This is the address to a baker in town. One of the homes you sent me. Befriend her. She knows everyone in town.” 

Meggi was enjoying her afternoon tea when she saw the red impala pull up. Her heart stopped until she saw the occupant was a red head. Meggi took a moment to compose herself as the redhead stepped out of the car and sat extremely still until the visitor acknowledged her. A flood of relief when she introduced herself, just looking for treats. 

Cheryl follows the baker into the house taking it in. It looks bigger in the inside than from outside. The house was pristine, as well as the all white kitchen. It didn’t even look like she used it. She trailed her hand on the countertop and leaned on her elbow on a corner, tapping her nails on it while she talked while she talked to her.

“Strawberry?” She thought for a minute scrunching her nose in thought about what she still had an abundance of from this weeks valentine’s experiments. “Ah ha!” She moved to the fridge and pulled out a tray of hand pies. “Strawberry heart shaped hand pies!”

“Strawberry hand pies sound lovely, no matter the shape.” Cheryl said cheerily.

“This is the address to a baker in town. One of the homes you sent me. Befriend her. She knows everyone in town.” 

Meggi was enjoying her afternoon tea when she saw the red impala pull up. Her heart stopped until she saw the occupant was a red head. Meggi took a moment to compose herself as the redhead stepped out of the car and sat extremely still until the visitor acknowledged her. A flood of relief when she introduced herself, just looking for treats. 

Cheryl follows the baker into the house taking it in. It looks bigger in the inside than from outside. The house was pristine, as well as the all white kitchen. It didn’t even look like she used it. She trailed her hand on the countertop and leaned on her elbow on a corner, tapping her nails on it while she talked while she talked to her.