Mio’s Bakery ʕʔ

Isn’t it wonderful?

The smell of sweetness and warmth filled the serene air. Amber rays wafting through the windows. Dust modes, suspended, dancing with the light. Fresh flowers graced the tables and entryway. The shop was small, and had a rustic feel. The FM radio that sat steadily on the countertop played Cradle Of Myriad Stars by Masakatsu Takagi.

I was in the kitchen making today’s special, strawberry cream buns. The sweet citrusy Caramel-like scent tickled my nose. The ablaze color of the pink cream gently stained my eyes. I carefully cut through the middle of the soft bun, leaving the back untouched. I could open the bread, like I would open an eyeglass case. I grabbed the piping bag of whipping cream and gradually filled the bun. I began to sing along to the song that played on the radio.

One day

I will stop falling in love with you

Someday

Someone will like me like I like you

My bright smile slowly decreased as I sung the words. The song suddenly resonated with my soul. I lightly shook my head and started smiling again, to reassure myself that it was okay.

Once I finished filling all of the buns, I grabbed the cut up strawberries from the cutting board and neatly placed three on top of the whipping cream. I did the same for each bun until I was finished. I grabbed the power sugar shaker and held it over the Strawberry cream buns. I lightly shook my hand allowing the powdered sugar to fall down like snow. I wiped my hand on my flower apron and admired the uniformed sweets.

My smile became bright again. Each ingredient that made up the strawberry cream buns were made with love, each flavor had its own harmony, but once placed together sung the same song.

I let out a sigh of happiness and grabbed my wooden board. I gently and neatly placed each bun on top of it and made it into a heart shape. I carefully picked up the board and headed towards the door. Open, I said with my mind, and the door opened. I walked out of the kitchen and into the bakery.

Dawn quietly slept on top of the display of bread, letting out a brief snore here and there. His black tail dangled off of the surface. His triangular ears every so often.

“Dawn, I told you to watch the front.” I placed the board of strawberry cream buns on top of the counter next to the vase of lilies. Dawn slowly opened his eyes and stretched as he let out a prolonged sigh. He placed his paw over his eye and rubbed it.

“I was, Just needed a little break, That’s all” Dawn looked at the plate of strawberry cream buns and rolled his eyes.

“Did you even check to see if we have gotten any new orders?” I looked curiously at

Dawn then walked over to the book labeled, Orders by Mio.

The book suddenly chimed and opened. It turned a couple of pages. Words gradually begin to appear on the empty page and it reads; Order for Tasogore, 5 vanilla eclairs and one melon pun. From; Paris, France.

I smiled and nodded my head at the order. The book closed and vanished.

“He’s been ordering often, hopefully he becomes a regular.” I said while grabbing a basket. I put on gloves and walked over the various arrangements of bread that sat on display. I grabbed three vanilla eclairs and one melon pun , I neatly placed them into the basket.

“Well he is a honey badger, they do have sweet tooth’s.” Dawn remarked. Dawn jumped down from his spot and moved closer to the strawberry cream buns.

“So this is today’s special, I see? Or did you only make it because of Jiro?” He sighed and scratched and poked at one with his nails.

“Hey! Don't touch it, and no I made it because I like them and other people like them too.” I quickly defended myself.

I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote a little note. I placed the note into the basket of goods and handed it to Dawn.

“Here, now go and deliver this.” Dawn looked at me and sighed. He jumped down from the counter and turned into a human. He looked like a rebellious teen.

“Yes, boss.” He grabbed the basket and walked over to the door.

“It might be raining there.” He looked back at me, before grabbing the umbrella. Dawn slowly turned the doorknob to Paris, France and opened the door. I could see a glimpse of the Eiffel tower from where I was standing. There he was off.

The door quickly shut behind him, and a bit of the rain crept onto the floor.