I just want some cake. Running from those girl took the best of me. I walk through that dark street, that I was sure that none of them would follow me here, until I saw a bright light and the smell of strawberries made me stop in front of a bakery.
Why did they open a bakery in the middle of a street so dark?
"He is going to make a special cake today!" A group of girls passed by me, giggling to themselves. "I heard that Julian's cakes cure people, can you believe it?"
"Bullshit!"
As I entered the place, my body froze as I looked at the showcase of cakes in front of me, most of which were my favourite type. I looked around, and there wasn't any technological stuff there, giving that feeling of coziness.
A table at the back catches my eye, even more when the wall behind, where a poster of a birthday cake was drawn, it was a perfect place to start my blog that night, if the baker had internet.
"There is no way that you #Alan_Cakes" a girl says, sitting in the chair in front of me. Ifroze.
"You must be confused!" I said and stopped recording myself.
"There is no way! See?" she says, showing her phone full of cake keychains, it was his live.
"It means nothing, go away!"
"Give me your autograph, pretty please!"
"No!"
The girl insisted that I was and even if I refused several times she was persistent, but I just rolled my eyes and continued my live. I started to eat the cake as i point the camera to the table, but all of a sudden, she punch my cake and I looked up.
"Are you for real?!"
"Don't ignore me! I am your biggest friend!"
I didn't answer, said bye to my followers, and put my phone away. She got up and slapped me with all the strength she had, and I almost fell, surprising me.
The light flickered, and the girl fell on the ground, her hair in her hair, holding the hand that it me. I wasn't worried about her; she was annoying.
"What is going on here?" The baker appeared full of flour on the face and was cleaning his hands. "How can you use the internet? What did you do to her? Is the cake good? Oh no, did she hit you? Are you a blogger?"
"Shut up!" I said, caressing my nose, annoyed, "Let us be!"
"No! I can't do that!" He pulled a chair beside the table and sat, then got up and checked my face. I immediately found out that he was an extroverted person, or at least he looked like one. "What are you doing here? So far from the entrance? Are you hiding from someone? It was her?"
"He doesn't give me his autograph!" she said, crossing her arms and looking to the side.
He looked at me with an expression that I guess was confusion, and then asked us to leave. I got up, put the money on the table, and left without saying anything, but from then on I never left the bakery again.
"Are you stalking me?" he asked one day. "A detective, maybe? No, wait, you are a blogger, right? What do you want from my shop? Are you trying to still me?"
"No! I like your cakes."
"Oh!" he looked surprised for a moment and then smiled, "So you like them? Do you want to know how to make them? I can show you how..."
"Stop! And yes! I would love to learn!" More for my personal gain. My blog will be amazing, I know he hates cellphones and social media.
"Here, a free sample!" He said and shoved an entire cupcake of strawberry in my mouth, catching me by surprise.