@thedevilsbckbone the enabling continues
"Dad, it's okay, I'm an adult. I can call myself an Uber, you go and have fun with your girlfriend," Phoebe teased him over the phone. Her old man would pick her up at nights when she covered the afternoon at the bakery truck but today he had a date. Because he was a functional adult that was out of the woods and trying to make the most of life. And she should do the same as he constantly reminder her.
Her friends message group kept buzzing and it drove her a little crazy, especially when she was baking like crazy for an event the next day, in this case a babyshower that had to have the perfect cookies. So she muted the thing and tossed the phone in one of her coat pockets, remaining unaware of the fact that Omar was back in town, out anf about. She would've like to know. A little warning would've been nice. She didn't even hear the buzzing when Phil called her to warn her that he had bumped into the guy and was now going to the bakery truck.
The knocks on the side of the truck happened sometimes, when she was too focused on the oven or decorating and not at the front--she normally had help too but they had left for the day already and she had lost track of time and should've closed.
"Hey sorry about that, I was finishing up a delivery. What can I get you this fine evening?" she said almost without taking a breath before she focused on the actual person there.
Omar? Omar was back? No one told her Omar was back. She would've certainly closed early and not meet him here, looking like a manic person on energy drinks. "You're back?" she asked before shaking her head at her own words. "Sorry, hi! It's been a hot minute," she said with a smile--that wasn't entirely truthful but heck, she was a paid actress (or had been anyway). Taking a few steps she got out of the bakery truck and shortened the distance between them giving him a quick hug. "How you've been?"
















