sandrinelombardi·:
Location: Right outside Cookie Crumble Time: Lunchtime Tagged: @devinstonestarters··Â
today was worse than a bad day. she woke up late, skipped breakfast and came to work to a ton of unopened voicemails that her employees did not take care of before closing the night before. boxes of new products and poster boards to hang were piling up behind the front desk and she had forgotten to bring a clean uniform. by the time she ran through the wardrobe in the employeesâ room and slid on a heavily stained suit, a bunch of people had walked in asking about the new products. making her incredibly late in the schedule. she was considering skipping lunch as well when she got a call from a client who cancelled her treatment, which left a blank space in alessandraâs schedule. she would usually try and fill it up as soon as possible, but, instead, she changed by into her clothes and decided to head to her favorite place: cookie crumble.
the line at the bakery was not very long and the displays were being filled with new goodies. it was not surprising at all that sandrine bought one of each sweets, muffins, cupcakes, slices of cake and cookies they had. she paid for everything and headed to the exit, her stomach growling of happiness and her face glowing with excitement. she moved the boxes so she could push the door open and at the moment it was closing, the handle of her purse got stuck in the door knob, causing her to be pulled backwards. whereas the precious boxes flew out of her hands. âtabarnak!â she exclaimed, cussing in quebecer slang, something she quite never lost the hang of despite she was living in america, when she noticed the box had mysteriously opened and flipped open so all of her cupcakes were not smashed on the pavement. âthank god they didnât fall on your shoes. it would have been realâ unfortunate to walk around with shoes made of dessert, am i right?â she told the poor person who witnessed this heartbreaking moment. her face displayed the sadness of a child whose ice cream scooped melted off, even though she tried her very best to sound positive about the situation.
Scarlett was fighting with her red velvet cupcake, the first of two, and she was absolutely losing. They had probably been a little bit of an overkill after her veggie burrito, but she just couldn't resist the smell of Cookie Crumble as she walked past. There she was, then. Stuffed to the brim on the outdoor sitting ashe witnessed the whole thing.
It was a sad scene indeed â one of those micro tragedies of the ordinary day that people probably didn't think twice about. Scarlett, however, knew very well what is was to have a stroke of bad luck literally struck you, so she was ready to help before the woman's box hit the ground. It was unfortunate, really, that the exclamation halted her for one second, surprised to hear such an unusual word, or she may have been able to salvage those cupcakes. "Tabarnak?"Â
Still, the next thing she saw was a mix of buttercream and other frostings in pastel tones, spraying color on an otherwise gray sidewalk. "I'm so sorry about your loss," she said, honestly. "Here, take mine. I religiously order a duo since I was a kid here, but I would probably burst if I attempted to eat the second one."
