it's a wonderful day for pie [open]

[Sophie Erika White]

The little town of Walten city reminded Sophie so much of her home in England. It was pretty, quaint and there was such a community feel to it. Everyone had been rather kind to her. She didn't have any problems. It was like she was in her own little slice of domestic heaven. She had never dreamed that the transisition to traveling across the pond was going to be so easy. She would have thought that she would have had few more problems transitioning. At least be without a job longer then she had been maybe lose some luggage or something like that. Sophie jus twasn't that lucky half the time. That wasn't to say that she had a little black raincloud with her name on it but she woudl have thought that she would have had run into a few speed bumps along the way. However she hadn't and she should probably stop trying to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Once in Walten, Sophie had to get a job. She had found a job at a cute little bakery. She loved to bake and she thought that it was just the perfect match for her. however there was always the one little problem that she had. She was horribly allergic to apples. She had to be incredibly careful when she was making apples. The irony of Sophie's situation was that people told her all the time that her apples pies were the best apple pie that they ever had. She always tried to say that wasn't so. She couldn't taste it though and her customers and family could so she had no choice to really but to believe them. She would still question their tastebuds though.

Working at the bakery was something that Sophie enjoyed quite a bit. She had never had so much fun before. She love the cute little place and they didn't just sell desserts there were pastries and they sold coffee and a few other beverages as well. Nothing was worse then peanut butter cookies and no milk. She came into the bakery the back way to help get things ready with the other employees. She was mainly working the counter today. Not one of her favorite parts of the job as she preferred baking and she was a little shy at times but she was getting a little better. The shop was open and people began meandering in.

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[Eric Princeton Barnes]

Eric walked around the little town and enjoyed the view. Walten City was more a retirement and child raising tow. That was Eric's opinion of the place he had spent only a few weeks in. He was falling in love the town and really would not mind staying permently. But he knew that it probally that his traveling would stand in the way of that little dream. But retirement would always happen, and it was a nice small peaceful town. Far from the city life he was used to, as well as less formal and uptight than the navy base he was often spending his time at.

He was glad that he had a break to just relax. Not that he did not like his job he did, it was just time consuming and not always fun. But he had recently learned that work was not fun anyway.He had walked around town and had made up his mind to return to the bakery he had recently found.

Remebering how he found the little shop was just a stroke of luck. He had been wondering around town and had gotten hungry but none of the small resturants were of Eric's taste, and he began to leave for home. When he smelled the food it had only made him hungier. So had made a quick dash and entered. He ended up getting a few pies. The apple pie had been the best he had ever tasted, he had made to return for another one. So he here was some what lost again looking for the bakery again. He sniffed the air hoping that would give him a hint, and it did. He smelled the delicious aroma and quickened his pace.

As he made it to the door he saw it was a few poeple already inside. He sighed deeply as he opened the door and got in line. Herealized he was fifth in line, hope that this does not take too long thougth Eric. He took out his iphone and started to play a game to pass some of the time. He looked up and saw the line was moving in a steady speed. He smiled and looked back down at the game he was playing.

Somethign told Eric to look up and he saw he was now the first in line. He walked to the counter, and smiled. "Hello, umm can I have two apple pies." stated Eric reaching for his wallet. "No make that three, they are wonderful." "Is the baker here would like to tell him." stated Eric looking at the girl behind the counter with a smile.

[Sophie Erika White]

Apple pies, it was always those blasted apple pies that everyone wanted. Even with the other pastries such as the dumplings, scones, and turnovers, the apples for whatever reason sold better then all the rest. It made Sophie feel a little bad for all the rest of the things that they made that didn't really sell because the apples got all the attention. She honestly didn't understand why the one thing that she couldnt' have and the one thing that she had to be careful about making was the biggest seller in the whole shop. Sometimes she really wished that she was able to taste the apple creations to see what all the fuss was about. Maybe one day if they made a cure for apple allergyies, but she didn't think that it was worth stabbing herself with an epi pen before her throat closed off.

This man must have been a fanatic though because he was asking for three pies. Three pies for one man? How much pie did this man eat? Did he need them for a party or something? "That's quite a bit of pie for one person, sure you're going to be able to eat it all before it spoils?" She asked him. Maybe he meant slices? Then again, she had male cousins and she knew how much they could eat so perhaps he did need three whole apple pies all to himself or maybe he was just expecting company. The comment about the wanting to thank the baker offended her somewhat, even though it shouldn't have. How could this random customer have known that the baker was not male? "You know why don't I just go get you those pies and I'll see if I can scrounge him up for you?" She asked him before grabbing three boxes and going to the pie case.

Sophie opened up the pie case and put a pie in each box. She tied them all together and carried them with her as she went over to Gillian. "Gillian love, There's a gentleman out here who wants to thank the baker of our apple pies and I can't seem to find him anywhere, can you find him?" She asked trying not to laugh hysterically. Gillian seemed to have that problem though and Sophie's smile grew wider and her laughter grew louder. "Sorry Soph, he's out to lunch, he'll just have to come back later to thank him." Sophie laughed as she returned back to the counter with the pies. She wrote up a reciept for the pies and taped it to the box. "Our baker is out to lunch, I'll be sure to pass along the message for you though. The total is eighteen dollars sir."

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[Eric Princeton Barnes]

Eric smiled at that comment, he knew he could eat. But could he eat all three before they spoiled? How long did it take before they would spoil? He wanted to ask but did not want to seem like he did not know. So he just kept the question to himself. When she said she was going to get the cook, he smiled and nodded his head. He really wanted to meet the person that had talent like that. He saw her grab the boxes that the pies come in and then walk over to the place where the pies where held.

He saw her tie the boxes and then walk over to the guy. maybe he is the baker? thought Eric as the two seemed to be in a funny conversation. He smiled at the girl when she returned to the counter. Disappoinment came over him, he really had wanted to meet the baker. He pulled out a twenty and gave it to her. Wiating for his change he reached over and pulled the boxes towards himself.

He was suprised to see she wrote the recipe down and taped it on the box. He would had thought it was a secret recipe that the baker only knew. Then a lightbulb went off, is she the baker? thought Eric. if so i am sure I offened her He seemed to be having that problem a lot lately with the opposite sex. Eric looked down confused, was that a nice way to tell him not to return? He looked up at the girl, before asking "Is that a nice way of telling to not come back or that you are the baker?" He smiled at her, waiting to see if he was right on the latter and also the answe to the former.

[Sophie Erika White]

Sophie was took the twenty from Erik's hand and messed with the old time antique cash register. She really hated this thing when it came to practicality. Sure it fit in with the store perfectly but it was a pain in the ass most days and it had a nasty habbit of sticking and the drawer wouldn't open without a healthy amount of jiggling and prodding. It was a good thing that they weren't in the middle of a rush at the moment. "Bloody hell, I swear I'm going to kill this thing one of these days. So much more trouble then it's worth. Gillian! The cash register is sticking again!" She called her English accent getting thicker as her anger grew. Hit it on the side as you hold the open button down." Sophie sighed. This cash register was ridiciulous and they really needed to get a new one.

Sophie was confused by Eric's words. What in the world was he talking about? She looked at the reciept. Did he not look at it to see that it was just filled with numbers and the word apple pie with the store's name address and number on it? It just told him how much hhe paid for his sugary confrections. "I'm sorry what are you talking about?" Sophie asked her tone sounding just as confused as the look on her face. "It's just a reciept. You know that little slip of a paper that tells you how much you paid for something? We have to hand write them because as you can tell this cash register of ours is a little out of date so it doesn't like writing reciepts. I doubt that it even can. I don't like to push the bloody thing more then I have to. Between you and me I think the thing hates me. Works for Gillian jusst fine."

Finally the drawer to the cash register decided that it was going to open. She sighed a sigh of relief and slipped the twenty dollar bill into the slot and took out two singles for Eric's change. "Two dollars is your change," Sophie said handing the bills to him. "Here's a little tip, bakers are like magicians, we never reveal our secrets." She said with a mischevious smirk. Maybe he had figured it out maybe not. It wasn't that big a deal to Sophie. She wasn't really a mysterious person, but she wasn't an open book either. "Anything else that you need or is that all?" She asked making sure there was nothing else since she had forgotten to ask before.

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[Eric Princeton Barnes]

Eric let his attention fall to the ancient cash register. It looked like it should be in an musuem. He noticed that the girl was getting frustrated withthe machine that made him smile a bit, she was kinda cute when she got upset.He tried to get more serious he did not want the girl to get mad and think he was laughing at her. That would not end good, and Eric was not in the mood to get snapped on.

He noticed her accent and the 'bloody hell' which made him realized that she was British. He had always wanted to meet a British person, to get to know the culture more. He knew that the chances of him getting sent overseas was quite large and he knew England was a possiblity. He would not have thought that but there were many accents, atleast that was what he had heard. He looked over when she called out the name Gillian, to the guy that was not far from them.

Looking back at her, he saw her looking confused. Then she asked him a question, which made Eric confused. He frowned when she tried to get smart with him, but he felt the het on his face. He was feeling very stupid, as hetook a really good look at the paper. He laughed at her little joke about the cash register not liking her, which made him feel a little better."Sorry just thought that you were writing it down, feel so stupid." stated Eric.

He gave a small smile when he took his change and placed it back in his wallet. Eric looked up at her when she made her comment about bakers and said 'we'. Then she skaed was there anything ewlse he needed, he was about to shake his head and he thougth to just ask her about the baker comment. "So you are a baker as well?" "what do you bake here?" "Maybe I could try it on my next visit." stated Eric trying not to sound flirtatious.

[Sophie Erika White]

Hmm so apparently this man was like every other man and didn't like to have it pointed out when he was wrong about something. Then again was it really her fault when he hadn't paid enough attention to the little slip of paper that she had taped to his box like she did to everyone other box that came out of the bakery? No not really. So then she didn't feel quite so bad about the fact that he was a little miffed that she pointed out that there was something off about his question. Why he would think that she woudl give him the recipe for the pie was beyond her in the first place. You couldn't pry the damn thing from her cold dead hand if you wanted the recipe that was how gaurded it was.

Man was he dense. You would think that he would realize that most small bakeries like this had things made on site. There wasn't a good enough market to import all the sweets from other sources. It really astonished her to meet someone like this. It was like talking to a brick wall almost. She had to be patient though. He was after all a customer and he probably needed coffee to jump start his brain like everyone else who came into the little shop. She was going to have to keep her cool and her calm though. Working in any sort of food industry wore down your patience though and in turn made it a more resilient the next day. She was going to have the patience of a saint by the time she retired permanently from baking commericially.

"We all pitch in here and make everything," Sophie said trying to explain how things worked in the little bakery. At least the customer had finally understood that she did indeed bake for the bakery instead of just asking her seriously if she was a baker here or not. They didn't make enough money to hire a fulltime cashier that didn't know how to bake anything. "Though for whatever reason that I can't explain people love anything with an apple here. It's a little weird to me. Never really understood it."

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[Eric Princeton Barnes]

Eric nodded his head as he listened but he did not lose eye contact with her. So she did bake, which was not so much an enlightenment as it was just something new to see. Not that he did not think women could not cook or anything but he had never really seen or heard of female bakers. He knew that there were few female chefs but that was different than being a baker wasn't it? Eric really did not know the answer to that. On television shows that were about bakers there were few women but usually were assistants to the male head baker slash boss.

But as he talked to the woman in front of him he did not think she was the assistant type. She seemed rather sweet, but did not come off as a door mat. For all he knew she could be the owner of the place. And she probably thought he was a n idiot who could not read with his little embarrassing thing with the receipt. But she seemed to still treating rather well, which was mainly because he was a customer.

"Well I sort of figured that the apple pies were a big hit, they are so good." stated Eric. Then he began to wonder what else were hot items for his return trip. He turned and started to read the menu before asking his next question, "Why not? You don't like apples or something?" asked Eric curiously looking back at her .

[Sophie Erika White]

You just never knew when it was going to be one of those days. You know those days when everything was going to go to hell or if a stranger was going to try and be your new best friend by trying to keep up a conversation in a rather unconventional place. Luckily for Miss White it wasn't the former but the latter. She tried to be as much of a people person as she possibly could but most of the time she just ended failing miserably. Sophie could be incredibly shy on a normal basis. She didn't go out much and she didn't talk to people she wasn't familiar with or comfortable with. She was still rather childlike in that aspect. Most of the time if she was in a place that she wasn't familiar with, the idea of socializing would be down right terrifying to the young brunette. The only thing that was really keeping her going and not feeling like she was going to faint from complete and total fear was the fact that she was in her bakery and this was where she felt at home at.

People always seemed to be so shocked if they found out that a person didn't like apples. It was weird for Sophie to have people ask something like that. People didn't like bananas or other common foods what was so bloody important about the apple that they had to be the one fruit that people were going to gawk at when they found out that she didn't eat them. "I have no problems with apples. They seem to be the ones that have a problem with me," Sophie said simply. "I'm allergic to them." She supposed that it wasn't exactly the most common thing to be allergic to but then again milk was pretty damn common and she knew a few people who were lactose intolerant. She was used to people being utterly amazed by her lack of apple intake though.

While Sophie was never one to be rude, there was still quite a bit to be done on this busy morning. A lot of people wanted something in the store and she really couldn't just attend to Eric because he had a lot of questions that he wanted to answer or because he wanted a nice little chat. It wasn't anything against him personally but business was business and Sophie really didn't want to lose anymore customers because she was allowing Eric to spend so much time at the front of the counter. They were a small little shop and all they had was room for the one counter and the one register (that really needed to be replaced) and a few tables for people to sit at as they waited to start their day or as they decided to take a break from the current one. "I'm sorry, but I really must ask you to move away from the counter, unless you plan on buying something else. There are people behind," Sophie said politely gesturing to the people that were indeed behind him.

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