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“True, dude.” She chuckled as she looked over her friend’s carefree outfit. She loved it though, that Bridgette could just show up to an event as she was and still be the coolest girl there. “I could never say no to an offer like that.” Jackie grinned, pulling her mask and heels off in a second. 

Bridgette only felt so comfortable around a slim number of people that she could offer to go night surfing and know for a fact that they’d agree to it. Actually Jackie was probably the only person who’d actually do such a thing with her. “You look amazing, by the way. But the sea is calling.” Bridgette smirked and nudged the other before skipping off down the trail leading towards the seaside. Already she felt a thousand times happier. “Was the food any good? Got any hot gossip?!”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Riley answered as they came over to lean against the edge of the balcony. “It’s just as stuffy as all those movies look, but probably less dramatic and eventfully. At least for me. No mysterious love at first sight through a fish tank.”

“They have a fish tank in there?!” That caught Bridgette’s attention. She peeked around the blonde before shaking her head and focusing on them completely. “I’m shocked. You seem like the sort to have met your match the minute you walked in. Have you at least been asked to dance?”

Paula frowned as she sat beside her without much of an invitation. The girl had already ruined her dress anyways. “Well, I’m Paulette, call me Paula please. So now you know someone. Truthfully - I don’t think anyone will be all that sober enough to care what you look like if you want to see what it’s like inside? Unless crickets and bugs are a thing. I just don’t buy you not knowing a soul in there.” 

“I mean, I obviously know one or two people but I’m sure they’re busy. I’d hate to distract them.” And in all honesty she didn’t need to know how great of a time they were having without her there. She had major FOMO with these sorts of events but also knew that it wouldn’t have been worth it to get dolled up for only an hours worth of fun. “I’m Bridgette. I uh don’t really have a nickname?” Bridge shrugged and wrapped her arms around her knees. “I guess everyone’s calling in sick to work tomorrow then, huh? Too many hangovers.”

“Sure they aren’t,” she can’t help but reply. Truthfully, she didn’t really care one way or another whether the girl ate all the macaroons or not. As long as she got her cookies and left that was all that mattered to Claudia. Why people felt the need to explain that they were sharing their purchase, she never understood. Just order and go, that’s all the exchange required. “If you order three more it will technically be cheaper, since it’s a dozen rather than nine individuals.” It always looked better on the reports to have sold a set of a dozen rather than a bunch of singular cookies.

Bridgette hated pointing out that it wouldn’t necessarily be cheaper for her because she’d be spending more money for the dozen and maybe be getting a few cents off. That being said, though, three more cookies did sound like a nice thing. She loved macarons and she could always toss some at Gwen or Jackie if she really felt too full. “Alright, then. Three of the mango please.” She smiled a little, “You must hate cookies after working here everyday. I hear it’s possible. To hate the food you make constantly.”

“Now that it’s November, I will be accepting any and all family recipes people have for good Thanksgiving meals. Bakes goods are preferred but I won’t be picky.” Terence pulled out his phone and gave the person a serious look. “I’m not even joking. What do you have? I have a house full of queens to feed and I’m prepping now.”

It was rare that Claudia found herself in the front of the Quiet Village Bakery - not since when she had first started and had scared off a few guests with her harsh attitude - but they were short staffed today, and she was the only one of the bakers that knew how to work the cash register system. Letting out a huff as the chimes rang letting her know the front door had been open, Claudette took a moment to herself before putting on her best customer service smile and turning to face the front. “Welcome to the Quiet Village, what can I get for you today?”

Bridgette could sense the others reluctance to be working that day but that wasn’t going to stop her from getting her daily macarons. There was no place that sold better cookies than Quiet Village. “Good morning,” The blonde made sure to keep her voice soft and inviting. “Three pumpkin macarons, two green tea, and four nutella. Please and thank you!” She flushed a little, “They aren’t all for me, I swear.”

“Would you wear these?” Anita slid her own designs across the table to the other person, a nervous look on her face. “I’m trying to prepare some sketches to show to Candice this afternoon but I’m starting to second guess myself.” She always tended to second guess herself when it came the designs she gave to Candice, she had seen the things Candice could do and she wasn’t sure if her own designs could measure up sometimes.