@olivercarson
It had been a long day at the bakery to say the least. A lot of people apparently needed comfort food after the escalated incidence that happened at the ball. But events from the event still lingered in her mind. She still hadn’t seen Oliver at all. And she worried that something happened to him, but he hadn’t answered his phone or the door to his apartment.
“Stop looking so glum, Kir,” her mother chimed in as she nudged her a bit. She had been standing at the counter, chin the the palm of her hand propping her head up. She sighed and let her worry take her over as it typically did.
But with that there was a ding indicating someone coming in. Kira looked up to greet them, but squealed once seeing it was her friend. “Oli!” She called out as she ran around the counter. She could see that he was hurt by the sling on his arm, and became scared to hurt him. She didn’t allow that to stop her from stealing a lopsided hug (to protect his injury). “Why didn’t you call or text me back?”
