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Post by Administrator on Jun 9, 2008 13:19:39 GMT -5
Need some bread? A little treat for a special someone? well you've come to the right place!
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 7, 2008 16:37:19 GMT -5
The small bell above the door jingled as the bakery door was opened. Jim quickly stepped in, removing his wet hat and giving it a small shake to the floor. Just as he had left to go to the bakery it has started pouring, but refusing to go back and wait it out, he instead walked through Morris Park in the rain and ended up as he was-- soaked and cold.
There were few things at this point that could have improved his mood, but the warm sweet smell of the bakery was making a valiant effort. Weaving through a few cake tables he walked over to the glass counter, looking down at various loaves of bread. With the rain still falling in sheets outside, he figured he could afford to waste some time.
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Post by Tate Potter on Jul 7, 2008 16:56:39 GMT -5
Tate was in the back, she laughed as she stepped back into the store proper and smiled folding her arms and leaning over the bread case, "It's raining pretty hard out there do you want a towel?" She was a nice person in general and the man might get sick of worse if his hair was still wet. She knew he'd go back out into the rain but it was Tate, she was always thinking of things like that.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 7, 2008 17:00:12 GMT -5
He glanced up at her voice, stepping back slightly at her close proximity leaning over the case. "Nah, I'm alright." He looked back down into the case, moving away from her as he walked along the counter and eyed the delicious rolls and cakes.
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Post by Tate Potter on Jul 7, 2008 17:05:32 GMT -5
She didn't move but she watched him, when he said no she shrugged and leaned against the counter. She had a soft smile on her face generally and this didn't seem to be any different. "Anything I can get you?" she lifted her eyes and watched him, oh he had a bubble. She tried to respect people's bubbles.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 7, 2008 17:31:32 GMT -5
He kept his eyes on the rolls and shrugged. "Just buyin' bread, shouldn't be too hard.." Most people would smile after such a remark to assure others that they were really only joking and not trying to be rude. Sadly, Jim always failed to do so. He really wasn't trying to be a jerk, but he was just a bit coarse and always blunt.
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Post by Tate Potter on Jul 7, 2008 17:34:31 GMT -5
She lifted both her brows at that one and folded her arms watching him curiously when he spoke, sure most did but she didn't think he was being overly rude he probably just didn't really like being bothered.
"It isn't always as simple as you might think, there are a lot of different kinds of bread, from all over the place no two are exactly alike.."
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 7, 2008 18:24:01 GMT -5
He laughed, though it sounded more like a small huff, and looked over at her. "Yeah, well, I'll eat 'em no matter wheah they're from." He gestured to a small wheat loaf behind the glass. "I'll take that one."
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Post by Tate Potter on Jul 7, 2008 18:29:42 GMT -5
She smiled at that and moved over to the counter, grabbing the loaf of bread and some wax paper. "Really? I think this is rye bread, do you want to try it before you buy it?" She was always that way, try it, taste it-- she didn't press but she was generous as all get out but then again-- she'd been raised that way.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 7, 2008 19:00:54 GMT -5
He eyed her a moment, slightly surprised by the offer, but just shrugged. "Nah, it's fine, I'll take it." Anything edible tasted good to Jim, and he couldn't imagine fresh bread going wrong.
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Post by Tate Potter on Jul 7, 2008 19:10:36 GMT -5
She shrugged, Rye had a different taste and it wasn't always to everyone's liking. She wrapped the bread in wax paper and watched him curiously before she set it on the counter with a smile
"If you don't like it, just bring it back and I'll get you something you really want.." i was just her nature to be friendly and helpful.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 7, 2008 19:25:16 GMT -5
He nodded, his thoughts instinctively running through how to take advantage of such an offer. He grabbed his bread and eyed her a moment, wondering whether her apparent goodness was just who she was or if it was the result of incredible naivety. Regardless where it came from, the idea of scarfing his bread and coming back for another free began to sound less and less appealing. "Ya know that aint very smart, lettin' people do that.."
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Post by Tate Potter on Jul 7, 2008 19:30:24 GMT -5
"People are bound to take advantage of an offer like that," she said with a serious nod, leaning back a little towards the register. "Even if you do like it you'll come back and get another loaf." No she knew human nature, and she smiled at him brightly. She also just liked to make people happy.
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Post by Jim Turner on Jul 7, 2008 19:40:48 GMT -5
He scoffed, a bit offended by her accusation, even if it was accurate. "I wouldn't have said it wasn't smart if I was gonna do that now would I?" Sure he had thought about doing just that, but he had decided against it. He had decided to do the right thing, and since it wasn't something that happened often it puffed his pride a bit and made him more annoyed at her presumption that he would do otherwise.
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Post by Tate Potter on Jul 7, 2008 19:44:28 GMT -5
She smiled and held up her hands, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend. I give away free sweets and pastries all the time.." she laughed a little and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I am surprised at time Stan keeps me on at all... I just want you to go away satisfied. I don't want you to end up with something you won't like is all.. " She bit her lip, insert foot in mouth Tate. "Sorry I really didn't mean to offend you..."
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