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"Ouf. I want to say... eight?" Clare nods. She didn't like looking back on those days because it reminded her of her mom, but then again those days were the happiest. And she learned a lot from looking in the past. It made her who she was today. "It wasn't until sophomore or junior year of highschool that I really got into it." She answered. "Oh. And? Do you like it as much as you'd hope?" Clare asked with a smile before adding, "The Sweet Spot, right? I hear they - or rather you - make the best cinnamon rolls in town."

"You're gonna have to show me some of your work sometime," Sloane said with a smile. "Not really," she chuckled. It was harder than it looked, especially because she had to select the item from the computer rather than scan it, and she found it a little confusing sometimes, especially during a rush. Sloane felt herself blush and she nodded. "Yeah! The Sweet Spot. And god, people really like those cinnamon rolls, don't they?" she laughed and shook her head. "Can I tell you a secret?" she asks, leaning in a bit. "Actually, I don't know if I can, it might be too big a secret."

"My dad used to be a cashier at a grocery store. It wasn't his ideal career, but we got by." More like they survived by the skin of their teeth. "Self-checkout freaks me out, if I'm being honest. I don't like how it knows whether I placed my item in the bagging area."

"I just like scanning the items. The bagging part I never seem to get right, at least according to the machine," she makes a face. "I'll put whatever I just scanned in the bagging area, and then it'll start telling me to either put it in the bagging area - which I already did - or to take it away. Immediately! And you're just standing there, like, what!? What am I doing wrong? And it's worse when there's a line of people just watching you struggle." She pauses. "Other than that, yeah, big fan," she chuckles.

"An astronaut," Marissa answered, taking a sip of her water. "But unfortunately, I was never good enough at math to make that dream come true. What about you? Did you always want to be a baker?"

"I don't think so. I remember being with my dad at the bakery a lot when I was a kid. He'd let me help sometimes. But I just saw it as a fun activity to do every once in a while. I think I wanted to be a ballerina. But I also really wanted to be a cashier at the grocery store. I love how they–" she motioned as if she was scanning an item over the counter– "boop! Scan things," she chuckled. "Still, to this day! I'm a big fan of the self-checkout."

"A pilot. Simply put, the thought of having over one hundred souls on the line and me being responsible for them is not my thing."

Sloane couldn't help but chuckle. "Too much pressure. I don't think I could do it either. Not so much the people, but... heights. I don't know if it's a complex over being so short, but I can't imagine it." She shook her head. "I feel like I would trust you, though. But maybe that's a me problem," she teased.

"A veterinarian, believe it or not. But as soon as I found my first camera that changed drastically. Plus, um, I figured out I don't do too well with death." Clare frowns some before putting back a smile, asking, "What about you? What did you want to be when you grew up?"

Sloane pressed her lips together and nodded slowly. Not a lot of people did too well with death. She was lucky to haven't have lost a lot of people growing up, but lots of pets, and it was rough. She couldn't imagine being a veterinarian. "And how old were you when you picked up your first camera?" she asked. "I can't remember. I think- I mean, that's why I'm so curious about other people right now. I may have wanted to be a dancer. Or a cashier." She smiled. "The second one I do end up doing a lot at the bakery."

“You’re never gonna guess what’s happened.” Talya grinned, “Ya bitch has been invited to come to Twitchcon as a creator!”

"Oh my god!" Sloane exclaimed, excited for her friend. "Wait, and what does this mean? What- what is– I know what Twitchcon is, but what do you do as a- creator?"

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"All the time." Sloane admitted. It was constant. It didn't used to be; Sloane had always been very confident in herself and the path she'd taken in life, but lately... things had shifted. She loved what she did, but it was hard not to wonder what her life would be like if she made different choices. As small as going out a little more. Taking less shifts at the bakery. Maybe even putting the YouTube thing on hold. "You can always make new friends," she said with a shrug. "Are they at least... kind?"