Laura Moore

Laura Moore. 30. Owner of Woodcrest Bakery.

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eloisexdean​:

Eloise rubbed her eyes as she stepped into the bakery, her ears hurting from the noice of the little bell. But she only huffed and knitted her brows together. After last night in Simon’s bar? Everything hurt. The light, the noise, the effort of keeping her eyes open. She could not remember the last time she was so hungover and she hoped she did not look as much as a corpse as she felt. “Hey”, she managed to say while blinking at the woman behind the counter, “Coffee. I need coffee and something…”, Eloise forced a smile, “Something with lots of chocolate”

Laura’s eyes studied the woman as she entered the bakery, smiling softly to herself once she recognized her ‘condition’. “Late night?” She asked, giving the woman a sympathetic look as she retrieved a mug and turned towards the coffee pots, not bothering to ask before beginning to pour the caffeinated coffee. “Coffee and something with lots of chocolate coming right up. I’m going to go ahead and recommend my Double Fudge Chocolate Brownie. Who ever said brownies were only for dessert? In times like these, I say brownies for breakfast are perfectly acceptable.” Laura chuckled, sliding the coffee cup across the counter before stooping for a plate. “You’re probably not up for much conversation, but I’m Laura. I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting.”

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bartenderxsimon​:

Simon walked up to the counter with a smile. He had an early job, he was going to fix a friend’s bathroom lights before he headed to the bar. “Morning, morning,” he replied. “Definitely coffee and something with sugar. Whatever pastry you recommend. I’m starving,” he laughed.

Seeing a returned smile this early in the morning worked to brighten Laura’s mood, and her own smile widened in response. “One coffee and pastry coming right up! If you’re looking for sugar, you’ve definitely come to the right place.” She laughed, pulling a mug and a plate from behind the counter. “I should probably ask if this is for here or to go? And, how do you take your coffee?” Pausing, her eyes scanned the rows of baked goods in the display cases, running through the list of which paired best with coffee. “I think we should go with a bear claw. I find they pair well with coffee, and they’re pretty filling if you ask me.”

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quintyd​:

Quinten hadn’t had his first coffee yet and to say that he was grouchy before it was an understatement. His eyes flicked up, looking up at the woman that had called out. He rolled his shoulders, doing his best to perk up a little bit. “Uh… Coffee would be great , thanks. I might be able to think of something else afterwards.” He chuckled slightly. “Chuck us a loaf of bread while you’re there. I might finally be able to make toast.” 

Laura could tell the man who’d made his way into the bakery wasn’t fully functional yet, something she could respect. After all, she herself wasn’t the most perky or agreeable before she’d had her morning latte. Nodding, she bent to collect a mug from behind the counter turning towards the coffee pots as she spoke over her shoulder. “Coffee we can definitely do. Decaf or regular? Cream? Sugar? Any special flavor shots? I’ll also need your date of birth, place of residence, and your Social Security- I mean, your National Insurance Number. Sorry, my American is showing.” Laura joked. “Kidding, obviously, but it would be helpful to know the answers to the first few questions. I mean, I could always guess. But, in that case, I can’t be responsible for what goes in this cup.” At his request for bread she nodded, bending to pull a bag from behind the counter. “Can do- you’ve come at the right time. Fresh baked and just out of the oven less than an hour ago.”

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drhenrikson​:

Gerry sat gently, his coffee between his hands. “I don’t think anyone needs that. I apologise. We’re all in our own little world sometimes,” he laughed slightly. “Well, since you asked. I’m a doctor. I had a patient who sadly died and I… just. I live alone. I didn’t want to go home alone and think about it.” He smiled a little. “Much less of a mouthful.”

“You seem to be very thoughtful, that’s a good thing. But, no apology necessary. I promise. That’s true I suppose. Sometimes I think that’s where I’ve spent the majority of my life; i’m still determining whether that’s a positive or a negative.” Taking another sip of her coffee, Laura listened as Gerry relayed what had happened, what had lead him here, sitting across from her, conversing. “Oh, God.” She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing as a look of concern spread across her features. “I’m so sorry to hear that. I couldn’t imagine. And I can understand how that wouldn’t be desirable. That’s rough.” Wracking her brain, Laura considered what she might be able to offer, what she might be able to do to help the man. “Well, I can’t promise I’ll be stellar company or anything, but...I do own the bakery in town. If you’d like a pastry or cupcake with that coffee...It’s on the house.” She offered. 

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Sliding the final trays of cupcakes into the display case, Laura let a tired sigh escape her lips before making her way over to the front door of the bakery. Turning the lock, she flipped the sign from ‘Closed’ to ‘Open’ before making her way back behind the counter and taking a seat at the register. Her morning employee had called in, so she found herself in for a much longer day than she anticipated, getting through the morning rush by herself. Although Woodcrest wasn’t a huge town, the bakery was often packed to capacity in the morning, with patrons in search of morning pastry and coffee. Hearing the bell above the door jingle, she stood, putting on a smile to greet her first customer of the day. “Good morning!” Laura called. “How may I help you this morning?”

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drhenrikson​:

Gerry smiled slightly. “Sorry didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologised, nodding. “Yes, if you don’t mind. It’s just mean a bad day, I don’t feel like being alone just yet. I don’t even have to talk,” he laughed a little, taking the seat. “Thank you, Laura. It’s nice. to meet you too. You can call me Gerry.”

Taking a drink of her coffee, Laura returned the smile. “Oh, you’re alright. I needed to be startled. Like I said, I’ve been engrossed in my own little world for far too long.” Her smile shifted towards a frown at the man’s next words. They may not have been familiar with each other, but it wasn’t in Laura’s nature to be okay with letting someone have such a poor day. “Truthfully I’d prefer if you did. Forgive the intrusion, but, what is it that has caused such a bad day?” Her eyes followed his figure as he sat, waiting patiently as he made himself comfortable. “Gerry it is, then. I have to say, that’s much easier to handle.” Laura joked. 

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KAYA SCODELARIO, SHE/HER ¦ LAURA MOORE has a story that’s yet to be told. They are a 30 year old and were born in MANHATTAN,NYC, NEW YORK . In town they work as a(n) OWNER WC BAKERY and identify as CIS FEMALE. (CHERRY, 27, EST, HUMAN DENTAL TALK)

Full Name: Laura Rose Moore Age: 30 Birthdate: September 16, 1991 Birthplace: Manhattan, New York  Occupation: Owner/Operator at WC Bakery

BIO Laura Rose Moore was born September 16, 1991 in Manhattan, New York. The Moore family was very well-known and prestigious, a line of old money and politics dating back for generations. Her mother, Melinda Hollings-Moore, was a well-respected academic and historian, and has acted as the curator of the American Museum of Natural History for the past 20 years. Her father, Richard Moore, the Attorney General for the state of New York. Laura grew up as the middle child and the only girl of the trio. As a child, many described Laura as being astute, intelligent, studious, and an old soul. 

Growing up, Laura was expected to uphold her family name, always presenting herself in the best, most put together ways. It seemed that everywhere she looked, there was another command. Another rule. Another expectation. Always being in the public eye added a certain amount of stress as well, and constantly having to be aware of her behavior, her mannerisms, and even her clothes lead to Laura feeling somewhat trapped. Weighed down by the expectations her life set upon her, she couldn’t help but to wonder what things looked like ‘on the outside’. As a child, Laura’s only reprieve from the pressures and stresses of her life was her Nanny, Juliette. Her parents hired Juliette as her oldest brother’s Nanny, when he was only a few months old. While Juliette loved each of the Moore children, she and Laura seemed to have a special bond. She made Laura feel as though it was alright to explore and be herself, to be creative, unique, and even a little messy at times. And, it was Juliette who introduced Laura to baking, a tool to be used when the girl felt too stressed or pressured, when things became too overwhelming. 

Throughout school, Laura excelled. She graduated as her school’s Valedictorian, Captain of the Debate Team, Co-Captain of the Academic Superbowl Fine Arts Team, and member of the National Honor Society. Laura immediately enrolled in Harvard School of Business, where she excelled. Once she graduated with her degree in Undergrad, she moved on to her Masters in Business. During her time in grad school, Laura met a man whom she fell in love with, an experience she hadn’t had the opportunity to experience up to that point. Relationships had never been a real priority for her, with everything else she had going on to focus on. But, this man changed that, and she let herself fall far harder than she expected. Things seemed to be going well- he too was from a well-known family, and understood the pressures she’d faced and the lifestyle she’d been shuffled into. Laura had believed the two would be married, and allowed herself to picture the fairytale life in her head. Then, one day during the last semester of her Master’s program, Laura found the love of her life in bed with another woman. She was absolutely devastated, feeling as though her world had shattered. 

Laura spent the next eight months in therapy, doing her best to pick up the pieces of her life. Through all of it, baking was there, providing additional support she needed, allowing her a sense of peace she couldn’t seem to find in any other part of her life. During one of their last sessions, Laura’s therapist suggested that she take some time to find herself- to explore the things she hadn’t, the individuality she’d never been granted growing up, nor in her previous relationship. After taking some time to consider the suggestion, Laura decided to do just that. The UK was somewhere she’d visited many times with her family, during her father’s important trips and her mother’s conferences. While she loved the hustle and bustle of London, Laura couldn’t help but to be drawn to the thought of small town living, especially in a place as gorgeous as the English countryside. Once her affairs were settled, Laura made the big move. Upon arrival, she made the decision to connect more with her first passion- baking. After some thought, Laura decided to purchase a storefront and open up a bakery in Woodcrest! She has been there ever since- coming up on a year now. However, she has not ventured out to meet many people. She has remained a bit of a hermit, and has been alone since the breakup. 

Wanted Connections -Family: Laura would love to see either of her brothers. She does have two- one older, and one younger. -Friends: Laura has been hermiting since moving to Woodcrest, and could use some friends! -Relationships/FWB: Laura may potentially be interested in a relationship at some point, until then (if ever) she’d be open to writing out a FWB dynamic.

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drhenrikson​:

“Not to be forward but how do you feel about having a coffee with a doctor who’s had a crappy day?” Gerry gave a half laugh. “Just having some human company would be nice.”

Laura jumped slightly at the sound of the man’s voice. Having been focused on the article she’d been reading, she’d been lost in her own world, unaware of anyone else’s presence. “Oh, me?” Laura asked, glancing quickly at the space around her to ensure no one else was nearby. Confirming she was the only one the man could have been speaking to, Laura smiled softly, gesturing to the empty seat across from her. “Be my guest. I’ve been staring at this screen for so long, the break would be welcome at this point. I’m Laura. Nice to meet you, Doctor-Who’s-Had-A-Crappy-Day.”