“Oh, Eva san!” she heard the owner’s voice, a small man with a big belly and a baseball cap named Olly. “Thanks for dropping by. I’m sure you’ll be a great help today,” the man beamed as he placed a mountain of cupcake boxes in front of her. As the man emerged from behind it, much to Eva’s shock, she saw his face dusted with flour and well, the small blob of pale yellow looked like cream. She took a step back when the man began to smell strongly of vanilla essence.
Eva was sure that many people that were not her would have loved the smell and would have loved the pastries and other sweets he made even better. But for Eva, while she didn’t mind sweets so much, she was also not a big fan of them, choosing spicy and tangy snacks over the sweet ones any day. Unless they were plums, none of it was going to make Eva swoon.
“I just have to deliver them to these places?” She asked politely as she received the list of names and addresses from Olly. Her eyes skimmed through them once and then went through the stack of boxes that sat smug on the table. She sighed.
“Yes, just deliver them to all those places and be careful. You need to make sure all those pastries get there in one piece. Olly does not make anything less than perfect,” he told her with a look over his nose. Eva smiled back. She went through the list once more, folded it and placed it back in her pocket before running a finger through the cupcake boxes. She counted them, took about three of it and easily balanced it in her hands before walking out the shop.
She went around the places closest to the cake shop. As she went around the streets, she noticed that most of the people that ordered the cupcakes were the normal city folk hoping to just snack on them now and then. But everyone that she met were extremely happy when she gave them their boxes of cupcakes. They smiled and jumped in excitement, praising Olly for his wonderful work. It sort of made Eva get into a positive mood too although she still couldn’t care enough about the cupcakes or anything that Olly made.
“Oh my God, thank you so much for delivering these!” a lady, around her age, exclaimed as she took the box of cupcakes.
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