Rowan, 20
It was during summer break. holding my backpack while waiting until the bus stopped at my destination. I wiped a sweat dripping from my face using my arm, the bus is not too empty of passengers. I rested my head against the window.
The bus passing by the scenery before me, I finally can come home during summer break. I missed my bed and I can finally rest from some of my studies.
I checked my phone to see if one of my siblings answer my text.
*“Rawon, location update pls >o<”-*Marcy
“I’ll be in town in an hour”
I answered my sister text, she always texted me almost every day.
I looked out of the window, I could see my face reflection. I cover my left side of my face with hair even more, hiding the burn scar under it. I leaned back against the seat and sighed.
I recall that there a new cake shop that Marcy always talking about and begging me to buy a cake for her when I come back home during college break. If I’m not mistaken it’s only about three minute walk from my bus stop. She said a vanilla flavor.
I get of the bus and the sun shine against me, it was hot, really hot. I felt like I’m going to melt under this heat and got an heat stroke.
I sigh, “So hot…” then walked to find that cake shop. I check my past chat with Marcy to find the shop name. “Jemmy Jam Bakery…” I mumble as I try to navigate under the extreme heat of summer.
My face lit up a bit as I see the bakery name. “found it” and enter the shop without a second though.
The bell chime welcome my arrival. The place was surprisingly empty— I’m not surprised by it. only an insane person that going for a walk under this heat— I walked to the showcase freezer to buy a cake. I scan the row of cake and tries to figuring out which one is the vanilla one under the well decorated whipped cream or butter cream.
“is there something you’re looking for?”
I turned my gaze to the person asking me. I didn’t see the person on my eye level, then I looked down to see a girl on a wheel chair wearing an apron that has the bakery logo. “yeah…” I answer slowly, “which one is vanilla?”
“pardon me, please move aside.”
I moved a side as she moved the wheel chair to see the cake in the showcase. My eyes dropped to the girl side profile. How her beige eyes scanning the cake and how her short brown hair brushing against her shoulder. We suddenly make an eye contact. Her finger pointed to an cake “This one vanilla.”