The Cake was not a Lie (It’s Valentine’s Day. The bakery that I work at is flooded with couples on dates. At the end of my shift around 7 pm, I’m about to leave when I notice a girl sitting alone, staring at her cell phone while crying.) Me: “Miss, are you alright?” (She looks up to see me, and quickly tries to hide her tears.) Girl: “No. Nothing’s wrong. Was I bothering anyone?” Me: “No, I just heard you crying and I thought you were having a problem.” Girl: “No, I’m fine. Don’t worry.” (It is obvious that she is upset, but I don’t want to pry it out of her. As I begin to walk away, I hear her crying start to pick up. To try and cheer her up, I go to the counter and buy her one of our cupcakes. With the cupcake in my hand, I go to her table and place the cupcake in front of her. She takes a moment to look at it, and then looks at me.) Girl: “What’s this for?” Me: “You just look like you need something to cheer you up. It’s on the house.” (I smile at her, which she returns with her own smile. I proceed to turn around and walk away, but she stops me. She points to the seat, prompting me to take it. I sit down and listen to her story. She learned that she’s pregnant, and wanted to tell her boyfriend of four years. Click Here :- icarebecauseiloveyou.blogspot.in/2013/10/the-cake-was-not-lie.html
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 04:15:11 +0000
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