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Authors: Georgia Beers
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smile, as she felt the same way. “I didn’t recognize you out of your business suit. Out for a ride?”
Realizing belatedly that she still had her stupid helmet on, Sarah Þ ddled with the buckle and removed the cap quickly, smoothing her hair and hoping it wasn’t too much of a rat’s nest.
“Yeah, it’s a gorgeous day.” She felt suddenly self-conscious.
“The usual?” The girl’s rosy streak was darker than Sarah remembered the last time she’d been in, but the rest of her hair was the same light chestnut and had gotten a little bit longer. She looked good, Sarah realized, surprised by the tingle it caused.
She looked very good. The girl’s eyes searched Sarah’s warmly, waiting for a response.
“That’d be great. And I need one of those cinnamon rolls, too.” Sarah gestured to the glass case where a dozen rolls sat, their white frosting dripping slowly off the sides. They looked sinfully delicious.
“Oh, good choice,” the girl said from the coffee machine.
“Mr. Valenti just brought them out of the oven about ten minutes ago. I may have one myself.” Then she winked.
Feeling herself blush, Sarah turned away and looked around the small shop, noting that it was fairly quiet at the moment. She was used to being there at the peak of the morning rush, zipping in and zipping out, and she’d never really taken the time to check things out. It was a long, narrow space, which had worked well when it had been a deli. Tables lined the wall on the right, and the counter and bakery case were on the left. The ß oor was a durable beige tile that probably cleaned easily, and the walls
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were decorated with old signage from classic baking materials like ß our and brown sugar. It was a simple yet tasteful décor, and Sarah gave it a mental nod of approval.
“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” the girl said, bringing Sarah’s attention back to the matter at hand.
“Oh.” Sarah handed over a Þ ve. “I was out of town on business for a couple months. I just got back a few weeks ago. I guess I haven’t quite gotten back into my old routine yet.”
“Well, I missed seeing your smiling face.”
At that, Sarah did smile.
“See? Now all is right in the world.” As the girl grinned and handed Sarah her change, somebody called out something in Italian from the back of the shop. She grimaced. “Duty calls.”
Nodding at the goods on the counter in front of Sarah, she said,
“Enjoy.” And she was gone, leaving Sarah grinning like an idiot who’d just been sprinkled with fairy dust.
Balancing her coffee, cinnamon roll, and bike helmet was no easy feat, but Sarah managed to get out the door without dropping any of them. Finding an empty outdoor table, she took a seat and spent some time just watching the world go by. To say the street wasn’t busy would be an untruth, but there was deÞ nitely a different attitude in the air and it was obvious that many of the strolling pedestrians were not working today. The pace was more relaxed, the laughter was more plentiful and spontaneous, and the atmosphere was one of general happiness. Sarah sipped her coffee and chewed her cinnamon roll and marveled over how she’d never noticed such things before—mainly because she’d never taken the time to. She wasn’t really sure what had changed in her lately, but she seemed to be paying more attention to smaller things, slowing down a little bit, trying to no longer be the kind of person who wants nothing more than to get from Point A to Point B as quickly and efÞ ciently as possible.
A woman walked by pushing a stroller. A couple strolled along, hand in hand. A young man passed with his Rottweiler,
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who took a sniff in Sarah’s direction as he went by, his sleek, black fur shining in the sun. Sarah followed him with her eyes, suddenly missing Bentley and wondering if she would ever be ready to get another dog. Her gaze stopped at the telephone pole
Realizing belatedly that she still had her stupid helmet on, Sarah Þ ddled with the buckle and removed the cap quickly, smoothing her hair and hoping it wasn’t too much of a rat’s nest.
“Yeah, it’s a gorgeous day.” She felt suddenly self-conscious.
“The usual?” The girl’s rosy streak was darker than Sarah remembered the last time she’d been in, but the rest of her hair was the same light chestnut and had gotten a little bit longer. She looked good, Sarah realized, surprised by the tingle it caused.
She looked very good. The girl’s eyes searched Sarah’s warmly, waiting for a response.
“That’d be great. And I need one of those cinnamon rolls, too.” Sarah gestured to the glass case where a dozen rolls sat, their white frosting dripping slowly off the sides. They looked sinfully delicious.
“Oh, good choice,” the girl said from the coffee machine.
“Mr. Valenti just brought them out of the oven about ten minutes ago. I may have one myself.” Then she winked.
Feeling herself blush, Sarah turned away and looked around the small shop, noting that it was fairly quiet at the moment. She was used to being there at the peak of the morning rush, zipping in and zipping out, and she’d never really taken the time to check things out. It was a long, narrow space, which had worked well when it had been a deli. Tables lined the wall on the right, and the counter and bakery case were on the left. The ß oor was a durable beige tile that probably cleaned easily, and the walls
• 60 •
FINDING HOME
were decorated with old signage from classic baking materials like ß our and brown sugar. It was a simple yet tasteful décor, and Sarah gave it a mental nod of approval.
“I haven’t seen you around in a while,” the girl said, bringing Sarah’s attention back to the matter at hand.
“Oh.” Sarah handed over a Þ ve. “I was out of town on business for a couple months. I just got back a few weeks ago. I guess I haven’t quite gotten back into my old routine yet.”
“Well, I missed seeing your smiling face.”
At that, Sarah did smile.
“See? Now all is right in the world.” As the girl grinned and handed Sarah her change, somebody called out something in Italian from the back of the shop. She grimaced. “Duty calls.”
Nodding at the goods on the counter in front of Sarah, she said,
“Enjoy.” And she was gone, leaving Sarah grinning like an idiot who’d just been sprinkled with fairy dust.
Balancing her coffee, cinnamon roll, and bike helmet was no easy feat, but Sarah managed to get out the door without dropping any of them. Finding an empty outdoor table, she took a seat and spent some time just watching the world go by. To say the street wasn’t busy would be an untruth, but there was deÞ nitely a different attitude in the air and it was obvious that many of the strolling pedestrians were not working today. The pace was more relaxed, the laughter was more plentiful and spontaneous, and the atmosphere was one of general happiness. Sarah sipped her coffee and chewed her cinnamon roll and marveled over how she’d never noticed such things before—mainly because she’d never taken the time to. She wasn’t really sure what had changed in her lately, but she seemed to be paying more attention to smaller things, slowing down a little bit, trying to no longer be the kind of person who wants nothing more than to get from Point A to Point B as quickly and efÞ ciently as possible.
A woman walked by pushing a stroller. A couple strolled along, hand in hand. A young man passed with his Rottweiler,
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who took a sniff in Sarah’s direction as he went by, his sleek, black fur shining in the sun. Sarah followed him with her eyes, suddenly missing Bentley and wondering if she would ever be ready to get another dog. Her gaze stopped at the telephone pole
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