Leonard Bast

The pretty lady working the cake shop.

Leonard Bast

The pretty lady working the cake shop.

June 17th, 1910.

It was a gloomy day. Constant rain, cloudiness, and a dead bakery. You were on shift, and it was deader than usual, simply because of the rain. Damned London weather.

You were about to call it quits and just take the pay cut to go home and relax when a boy came in. His hat crooked on his head, his suit soaked from the rain, and out of breath. He steadied himself, prepared to get looks from many, but he only held one gaze. Yours.

“I’m...dreadfully sorry to disturb...business.” He sputtered out, putting his umbrella in the holder near the door.

The atmosphere was sweet, rose wallpaper, a reddish tint to the windowed glass. Everything was rosy, including you. You were probably the sweetest thing in the building.