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Abigail’s Bakery

Paul N
4 min readDec 3, 2021

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Photo by Sergio Arze on Unsplash

“What you want doll? ... it's on me today”

Nadia looked at Ella, she didn't understand how the sleek blonde model could be just so excited about being in yet another branch of Abigail's bakery, but she was excited, really excited.

“HENRY” a short bearded guy from behind the counter shouted at the top of his voice. A miserable fat man in the queue looked up from playing pokemon on his white iPhone. He jumped “that's me,” he said and with sudden excitement as he sprang out of his digital hypnosis.

The bearded server handed over the drink in its little white cup, with its plastic cover and cardboard sleeve over to the man with a big chunky grin.

“Cheers mate”

“enjoy”

Nadia looked at the scene, Henry with his cup, his name in capitals HENRY written in black marker on the side. Joyful she thought then muttered “losers” under her breath. The petite girl scanned the pastry, mini sandwiches and pink iced cakes, still full from an early breakfast she didn't fancy any of them, and went to the fridge and picked up an Abilgails Daily Dose Strawberry drink.

She handed it to Ella “just this for me”.

“you don't want an almond croissant, there so gorgeous babe”

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Paul N
Paul N

Written by Paul N

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