#wendy;threads

Wendy smiled to herself as she walked out of Gingerbread Cafe with a the largest cup of coffee that she could get to go. She had a few designs she wanted to finish and if she got at least two then she was going to reward herself with a night out but her Etsy shop did come first. It was her baby. Her pride and joy. She was so lost in thoughts of her shops and her unfinished pieces that she almost ran into a body which she would have sword had magically appeared before her but she knew she was just lost in her own thoughts. “Sorry!” She cried as she managed to step out of their way before they could really run into each other and one - if not both - of them landed with a steaming cup of coffee over them. “At least we didn’t have a complete run in-” she trailed off as she realized who she had accidentally almost run into. Jack. Jack Summer. 

Wendy loudly laughed as she continued to listen to her friend retell the antics that they had gotten up to the night before which Wendy had sadly missed. A big order came through so she had elected to stay in and finish the garments and nicely wrap up the recently purchased. It had all resulted in her being a few minutes late to work due to the line at the post office and now she stood behind the registers gossiping on her personal cell. The story was empty and Wendy had been before before making the call but now she was so throughly entertained by what her friend was telling on the other line that she had missed the sound of the bell quietly and pleasantly digging as someone entered The Rose Petal.