Keep Calm and Bake On

Jaime Elizabeth Kehoe 31 Lead Baker at Mariposa Cafe Recently Single Disclaimer

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chasingmcvericks‌:

                    The blonde with the red stained lips and retro style curls had her eyes glued to her phone as she browsed through the emails on her device, not paying much attention to her surroundings as she sat there waiting on her order. Angelica had been to the Mariposa Cafe only a handful of times in the past and it was thankfully on the way between meetings she had that afternoon. It was perfect for a stop in and a decent lunch when her stomach reminded her she hadn’t put anything in it that morning. The light afternoon bustle was the perfect buzz in her ears as she focused on a quick reply, a question from a client that didn’t require a lengthy in-depth answer. That was until she heard the voice of a particular brunette that she hadn’t had the privilege of hearing in roughly three months.

                   Holding her composure perfectly, she looked up and rested her emerald gaze on the soft features of Jaime when asked if she wanted a refill. “Please,” Angelica replied evenly. Her eyes panned the surprise and shock on Jaime’s face then dropped to the shaky hand that nearly lost the coffee pot. What her ex was expressing outwardly, the blonde was feeling inwardly, she was just thankfully too trained on keeping her emotions in check and modulated. “You remember how I take it, don’t you?” She asked as she moved her napkin to cover and dab the small spill of the caffeine heavy hot drink. “Jaime,” she returned. “I didn’t know you— well, I didn’t know you worked here. You’re a waitress?” Given the flour dusted apron she knew that not to be true but it was a funny thing and a painful coincidence that she was at least currently delivering the role of the waitress.

It was as if the world had stopped spinning. For a long moment Jaime was lost in time, staring at Angelica with her heart on her sleeve and trying her best to fight the tears threatening to well up in her eyes. It had been three months since they’d parted ways and somehow in that time the blonde had become even more beautiful. The way that the curls framed her face, the piercing look of her emerald eyes - the same ones that Jaime could spend hours staring into - were watching her, and her voice. The voice that had once calmed her eyes emotion now sent them into a whirlwind she was hardly able to control at this moment.

Her shaking hand moved to pour the coffee in and without even thinking about it she added the other necessary items into the coffee to the woman’s liking. She stayed silent until the pot was in her hand again and she nervously licked her lips, trying her best to ignore the tears pricking the edges of her eyes. “I’m not a waitress.” Her voice was small, unable to put much confidence or life into it as she continued to stare at the woman. This was the last place she had ever expected to run into the woman that she genuinely had believed was the love of her life. She had taken this job far enough away that she thought the likelihood of running into Angelica again would have been slim to none but.. fate had other plans apparently. She cleared her throat, her eyes blinking and sending a single tear trailing down her cheek. “I’m the Pastry Chef here. The lead Pastry Chef.” There was confidence now, as she tried her best to show the blonde that she was doing okay without her. “And you’re right, you didn’t know I work here. You wouldn’t, because you haven’t talked to me since you decided you didn’t love me anymore.”

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🔒 // @chasingmcvericks​ (Angelica)

Jaime had come to enjoy the mid-afternoon lull at the Mariposa Café almost as much as she enjoyed making the various pastries that scattered the dessert case. During the lull, Jaime would relieve one of the waitresses so that they could have their lunch break and today was no different. With her coffee pot in hand, flour-and-sugar dusted apron still adorning her body, she’d made her way into the dining room. A quick survey told her how many diners were currently in the café and she made her way from table to table offering coffee and checking if they needed anything else. 

She had been so focused on her task that the words, “Refill?” left her lips before her eyes caught up and landed on a shockingly familiar face. She nearly dropped the pot where she stood, fumbling to keep her grip and spilling a little bit onto the table in front of the blonde’s plate. “I--” It felt like she had been punched in the gut, hard. She stared, wide eyed at the other woman and practically whimpered her name as a handful of different emotions hit her at once. “... Angelica.”

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maggiefowler‌:

“I really have to remember that myself, to be honest. I’ve taken to writing post-it notes with positive affirmations and placing them all over my apartment. One of them says ‘Take a break!’“ She smirked. “I’ve lived here about five years. I’m from Los Angeles, originally.”

“That’s a really smart idea.” Jaime offered a smile, her own thoughts drifting to how she should do that for herself. Perhaps it would help the mood that she was in sometimes. “Hopefully you’ll eventually listen to it.” She giggled, nodding. “Ooh I’ve heard a lot about L.A. but I’ve never been there! I’m from Maine originally but I relocated from France where I was working after attending pastry school.”

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emily--valence‌:

“I’ve been to Maine once but I was too small to remember,” Emily frowned, feeling displeased about that. “I’ve always enjoyed traveling though. Any suggestions on where I should visit if I decide to go?” Emily had the means to travel whenever and wherever - she was lucky that way. “I’m from New York! Upper East Side, actually.” 

“I mean everyone says Old Orchard Beach but... personally? My hometown’s beach is prettier and less crowded, but there aren’t any food places or amusement parks on our waterfront.” She rolled her eyes with a laugh, thinking back to how hectic summers would be in Maine with tourists. “Portland is busy year round but I would definitely recommend that because the oldest section of Portland - the Old Port - is historical and full of eccentric people and it’s just one of the best parts of Maine, in my opinion.” Jaime was smiling so wide that her eyes were crinkling at the sides. “Oh! That must have been an interesting place to grow up!”

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maggiefowler‌:

She smirked, shaking her head. “No, actually they’re the ones bothering me about needing a vacation. They’re always nagging.” She smirked. “It’s wonderful to meet you Jamie. How long have you lived in London?”

“Well good on them! You should take a break sometime.” That was, perhaps, one of the few things Jaime had really agreed with her new boss on. The Mariposa was changing it’s tune to be a better café, and that included making sure their staff were not overworked. “Oh I’ve been here for about a year.” She said as she picked up her to-go cup of tea and sipped from it. “You?”

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maggiefowler‌:

“Owning your own business is both hard and time consuming. I’ve been working on letting myself know I’m not a bad boss for taking some me-time.” She smirked. “I still have to hit the Leavesden Studio Tour though. That one sounds great. I’ve heard good things.” She smiled. “I’m Maggie by the way.” She outstretched her hand to shake the other’s.

“I can only imagine.” Jaime told the other woman, as her mind drifted briefly to thoughts of how she wished she was able to own and operate her own business. The logistics of it were beyond her ability, though. “If your employees think that you taking time to be less stressed makes you a bad boss you need new employees.” She replied with a shrug before reaching her hand out to firmly shake her hand. “I’m Jaime. Pleasure to meet you, Maggie.”

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chriswinnick‌:

Noble. She didn’t know about that but kept silent on the matter and instead looked for a quick conversation change. “What about you? What made you choose cooking?” There was a story there somewhere - even if it was something simple like finding an outlet in something creative. Chris would be lying if she said she didn’t find the woman interesting. 

Jaime was watching Christian for any indication of something more to talk about with it but when the woman turned the question on her, she didn’t protest. “Oh!” It made sense that the question would then be asked of her, and Jaime couldn’t stop the smile that played on her lips as she thought about it. “I always loved to help my mom in the kitchen, especially during the holidays. Home Ec was my best class in school and while I was busy trying to figure out what I was going to do for college...” She laughed softly, carding a hand through her hair, “My sister - Janessa - decided she was going to send in an application to a culinary arts institute without my knowledge. My acceptance letter was her Christmas gift for me and once I was there something just clicked.” There was more, of course, that went on from there to becoming a pastry chef but she felt satisfied that she’d tossed enough information Christian’s way for the moment.

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chriswinnick‌:

The dreaded question. It hit low in her stomach, a sense of foreboding hitting her square in the chest and her green eyes darkened as she momentarily sobered. She hated to admit that her sister had went missing - she hadn’t even told her ex girlfriend who she had been with for two years. It reminded her of what she’d lost, of what she let happen, and it usually evoked pity. But lying didn’t seem right because she’d done that with Rowan and look what had happened. “I…” hesitating, not being able to say the words aloud, only have said them one before and a few times with family, she gave a half truth. “I knew someone when I was a child who went missing. She never made it back home alive.” 

“.. Oh.” The tone of Jaime’s voice held as much empathy as one could have for someone they hardly knew. Her eyes moved over to glance at Christian, noting the darkening of her face for the moment. “I can’t imagine that would be easy. Missing kid cases are so sad.” She shook her head, “I can’t blame you for using that as inspiration to try and protect as many kids as possible. It’s quite noble.” She offered a comforting smile to the other woman, feeling guilty that her question had hit a sore spot unintentionally.

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emily--valence‌:

“Cheers to growth,” Emily offered, grinning and holding her up her glass of wine before she took a sip. “Where are you from originally?” Emily was always on the lookout for those who had lived in the states - especially closer to New York. 

Jaime laughed softly and raised her own glass. “Cheers to that indeed.” She took a sip of her water, loving the feel of the cool liquid as it quenched her thirst. “Oh - I’m from Maine.” There was a soft smile and a hint of homesickness to her voice as she spoke. “Right along the coast, actually. Beach front property and all that jazz... What about you?”

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chriswinnick‌:

“I can definitely go for that,” Christian agreed, wondering if they would find a shop or something open this late - she was a bit hungry. “You lead the way?” It was the woman’s idea after all and Christian knew that if she began then she’d quite literally just pick a direction and start walking. If Jaime had somewhere specific she wanted to take her - an area or place - then it was best that she lead. 

“Sure.” Jaime wasn’t exactly sure where they would end up, but she figured taking a breather from the club wasn’t a bad idea. With Christian in tow, she stepped out the door and offered her a smile before heading - slowly - in the direction she’d taken to get here. She didn’t vocalize where they were heading, she’d hardly thought it, but her heart knew. Her mind scanned over various topics they could discuss as they walked, finally settling on what she perceived to be a basic question, “So.. what drew you to your line of work?”

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maggiefowler‌:

“So I did something super nerdy today and you can’t judge me, alright?” She smirked, taking a breath. 

“So I went on this super cool Harry Potter walking tour where we walked around the city and went to all the locations they filmed the movies! It was so cool. I took so many photos. I mean, yes, I’ve lived here for 5 years but I really haven’t had time till now to do all the tourist stuff. I really should indulge more, I work too much.”

“That’s definitely not nerdy.” Jaime smiled, raising her glass of tea to her lips for a sip before she spoke again. “That was one of the first things I was shown when I moved to London. I absolutely loved the books so it made sense for that to be one of the top five tourist-y things I did when I got here.” She laughed softly, fingers absently picking at the muffin in front of her. “It’s important to take breaks, for sure. Overworking yourself can have disastrous results.” Not that she was one to talk, but the other woman didn’t know that.

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Acts of Affection

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Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.

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chriswinnick‌:

“No, I don’t think so.” Christian agreed seriously, not believing that indulging in certain things like sweets and the wants of a pretty woman were all bad. It wasn’t as bad as the other things that she’d done - especially when she were still indulging in alcohol. Caught off guard by the question, not expecting it, she blinked for a short second before nodding. “I’d love to,” she agreed, voice soft and warm. “Do you have an idea of where we could go?” 

Jaime didn’t think much when she had offered Christian to get out of here. The steady thrum of music was starting to give her a headache and sometimes it was hard to hear her own it. The question drew a smile to her face. “I was thinking we could just start walking and see where the night takes us?” She offered as she moved to stand, hands tugging her peacoat out from where it had been under her on the bar stool and sliding it on with ease.

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chriswinnick‌:

Grinning, Christian nodded. “I have most certainly ate there since you’ve started working then!” Groaning, forehead screwing up in mock-pain, Christian’s hand found the woman’s and she pushed gently. “No! Don’t tell me that! I just got back to working after my leave and I do not need to gain ten more pounds on top of the already ass kicking workout that I’m going to have to start to get back into shape. I have a serious sweet tooth and I promise that I will be there every other day now…” Smile soft, green eyes warm and observant, both of her forearms came to rest on her atop of her legs as her fingers intertwined to sit loosely between her them. “Especially now that I’ve met you! I now have two sweet reasons to visit that place.” Which was a hindrance because she really did not have self control when it came to pretty women and sweets. “It is rewarding,” she nodded, agreeing to that, “but it can also be very hard.” Hard because she’d seen some truly awful things and the danger of her job was always there - she knew that better than most.

Jaime laughed softly when Christian mentioned her diet and sweet tooth. She would have apologized, but it made her feel good to know that the woman had a desire to drop by and check out the new dessert menu when it launched. “I can’t say that’s such a bad thing.” Jaime replied nonchalantly, the blush ever present on her cheeks as Christian flirted a bit with her. She chewed on her lower lip, flattered, as she thought of what best to say. “I still don’t see how that’s such a bad thing..” Her voice was softer, now, almost inaudible over the steady thrum of the music pulsing behind them. “I can only imagine.” Jaime’s eyes moved from the other woman’s to around the club before returning to meet those green eyes that had regarded her kindly since the first ‘hello’. She hesitated briefly before speaking up. “.. Do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little quieter?”

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🔒 // @fractvrae

Mid-afternoon at the Mariposa Café always brought a lull. The morning rush had been full of cranky people needing their coffee, the lunch rush with people bringing their children out for a bite or businessmen and woman grabbing something quick from their take out section on their all-too-brief lunch break. Mid-afternoon was almost always Jaime’s favorite, though. With various flavored pound cakes and cheesecakes in the oven and an hour for them to cook, she got the chance to restock the dessert case with items she’d made that morning. After that, she played waitress while one of the girls took their lunch break.

With her flour-dusted apron still secured to her person, Jaime grabbed the coffee pot from the drink station and put on her bright smile as she practically glided into the dining area. There were a few sparse patrons, mostly mid-meal, and Jaime made her way table to table before ending up in front of a semi-familiar face. She’d seen them before, and her smile only brightened. “Hello! More coffee?”

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chriswinnick‌:

Eye widening in disbelief, Christian gaped for a moment before she laughed delightedly. “No freaking way!” She exclaimed, shaking her head. “I’ve eaten there before! Food is almost the only thing I will willingly pay over a hundred dollars for and I have eaten there! How long have you been working there?” She wanted to add up when her last visit was and if the woman had been creating desserts at that time. “Ah,” sobering a little bit, still smiling but a little more serious and somber than before. “I’m an Interpol agent. I specialize in crimes against children and I have a masters in psychology so sometimes I help kids in court as well, especially if they have hearing problems.” Holding her hands up, she signed to the woman. I KNOW SIGN LANGUAGE. “I know sign language,” she translated before giving the woman two thumbs up. 

Jaime’s smile was radiantly bright as the other woman admitted she had eaten there before. The Mariposa had been down on it’s luck when she’d started there but they were doing much better now and to see someone else explain their love of the place made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. “I’ve been there for almost four months now. We are doing our best to make it a wonderful place. We’re debuting our fall dessert menu next week! You should come check it out.” Her eyes widened slightly at the woman’s words about her job. “Oh wow! That’s.. holy cow, Christian.” She was impressed beyond belief. “That must be a very rewarding job!”