I did my best to help Sancha lay out the muffins but let’s be honest I probably just made more work for her. I had food service experience but when you work at a diner the expectation for high aesthetics is rather low.
“Didn’t my mom pick these up already?” I asked as she put the finishing touches on the display.
“Yeah but she asked me to make a few extra because they keep running out.” She replied, it seemed now as if the initial anxiety in her voice had dissipated. It probably helped that she was doing something she loved.
“They do seem very popular.” I agreed, instantly recalling the conversation I had with my mother. Luckily she was happily chattering away with my older brother and sister-in-law and too busy to notice my mild act of rebellion.
“So I take it you’ve never tried them?” Sancha asked sweetly. I couldn’t help but enjoy the way her beautiful brown eyes fixed on me in anticipation. Maybe she didn’t think I was all that bad after all?
“Sweets aren’t really my thing.” I explained, “Especially first thing in the morning.”
“Well...” She replied with the hint of a clever smile, “Maybe there’s something else I can bring you next time? Anything you think you might like? It’s not all cookies and cakes.”