callmeemily | Entries tagged with im a baker ask me how

There's a ton that Raleigh doesn't know. Of course there is - everybody's got that stuff, things that they don't really have an interest in figuring out. That being said, she got this chance - this ridiculous chance, and that's why she's currently sitting down outside of the local coffeeshop, and she's... looking.

She's looking at the binder her boss gave her, that's got expenses and income, because she's theoretically doing inventory because he asked her to, even though it made no sense.

But... she gets numbers. For the first time she gets numbers, and Raleigh stares at the books, because she knows how much she gets paid. She knows how much a pastry sells for.

And now, she can see exactly the sort of profit her boss is getting. "Holy shit." She stared down at the box again, and she shakes her head, and she starts to wonder - not for the first time - about starting this herself, and pay the people working for her a decent, llving wage.

Now, if only she knew where to start...

"Yes!" It was a surprised yelp of happiness, and the Waters house - so recently only being where Spencer lived, but somehow it'd abruptly become a bustling hub of activity - smelled amazing, and the kitchen - Spencer was out this morning, and it was probably good because his kitchen? Baked goods. Baked goods everywhere, and it was hot as hell with an exhaust fan in the window and there's cookies and a cake and just now, just now Raleigh's pulling bread out of the oven and it's fine. It's not burnt, it's golden brown and when she raps on it with a spoon it sounds just right and, "Thank you god."

The radio's blaring country music, and she's barefoot in one of Spencer's old t-shirts and a pair of cut off jean shorts, her hair pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She got her stitches out three days ago, and she can bake again. Everything, everything, it's coming out perfect, and she's got flour smearing her cheek and the moment someone - anyone - comes in, they're getting food. She's got a pan on the stove that's stewing apples, and dough in the fridge and honestly, right this minute? Raleigh's in heaven.

All it takes is one jerk to make random acts of cinnamon rolls to actually Be A Thing. It's a thing that Raleigh's going to do, because when yesterday some over privileged idiot pushed in front of a little kid who had eyes the size of the world for the last one and he bought it?

Raleigh started setting a few aside every day, boxing them up first thing and paying for them out of her pocket so that when somebody looks like they're having a shitty day, or maybe she just likes them, and... Boom. Free cinnamon roll, the size of your head. There's nothing better, in her opinion, then sudden, unexpected free baked good.

That's what's happening now, in fact. Rude Guy is back, and gleeful about getting the last one - and the moment he leaves, she takes great joy in snagging one of the three boxes behind the register, and setting it on the counter. "On the house. Random act of cinnamon roll."

Rude Guy? Never going to get one. Ever. Somehow, that makes today a little brighter, even past the whole giving-away-good-food thing.

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Raleigh Harper / Emily Watkins

Entries tagged with im a baker ask me how

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