TRUTH HURTS

Working in the bakery is actually not so bad. It's just like Aunty Fiona said, the busiest periods are in the mornings, things cool down in the afternoons and the place is next to empty in the evenings. I won't complain though because at least I have a job up until I graduate and figure out where my life is headed.

Theo breezes in by 6:00pm when the bakery is next to empty and I'm taking a much needed break. He slides in the chair next to me and drops his leather bag on the table.

''You smell like pound cake.''

''Hello to you too,'' I say with a frown. ''I feel like pound cake too.'' I've been unemployed for two months and I've forgotten how it feels like to stand for hours and run from one table to the next dropping off ceramic plate filled with food, well in this case pastries. My feet are killing me and I just want to go to bed and sleep.