Max watched Amelia clench her jaw and soon after crossing her arms, he didn’t know why, but he liked to push her buttons. Even though he really didn’t know who she was and what she could do worried him a little, he brushed off the thought as soon as he looked at the cake. He had made up his mind and smashing a cake on Amelia’s face wasn’t a choice anymore. He wanted to annoy Amelia and the cake would give him that satisfaction.
He nodded at Amelia’s response and kneeled down to reach for a knife and a separate plate. He glanced at her and back at the cake as he cut a piece. He didn’t want to waste any time, the sooner he cut the cake, the faster he’d get to see her shocked face and feel the victory. Once he was done cutting the piece of cake, he placed it on the plate that was laying flat on his opened hand. “Alright, here you..” Max moved his hand towards her, and before she could do anything, she had cake all over her face. “…go.”
It had all happened so quickly. He had been cutting the cake, and then it had looked as though he was passing her the slice but the next thing she knew, it was all over her face. She stood absolutely still, as though it would magically disappear and prove to only be a figment of her imagination but it was still there. Then finally, she opened her mouth and let out a blood curdling scream. She screamed, and screamed and hoped that the sound of her voice bothered him, she was furious now.
Finally, she stopped, taking a few moments to catch her breath and walked up to him, lifting her hands and slapping him across the face, hard. “YOU…YOU…” she yelled, although she couldn’t think of a word that would help to describe what she thought of him now. “I’M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR THAT. I’M GOING TO TEACH YOU A LESSON. HOW DARE YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO ME!” she screamed at him as she continued hitting him and it was true, she would make him pay and her idea of revenge slowly started spreading out in her head.
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Max was pleased to hear the annoyance in Amelia’s tone. Clearly, they were both annoyed at each other and hearing her annoyance made him feel victorious. “Can’t help but notice the beak of a duck.” He muttered under his breath as he reached down for a small packaged box. “Alright. Give me a second.” He walked towards the counter, where the red velvet cake was waiting to be taken. He grabbed it carefully and set it down next to the box. Max looked at the cake for a few seconds; the longer he looked at the cake, the more of an urge he had to grab the cake and smash it against Amelia’s face. The shocked face he pictured Amelia with was enough to please Max and actually make him debate whether he really should or shouldn’t.
He blinked and shook the thoughts away, coming back to reality as he heard Amelia speak. Annoyance struck him once again. He tried to brush it off, but the growing dislike between each other was hard to ignore. “It’s 15 dollars,” He glanced at the cake and brought his gaze back to Amelia. “Hey, would you like to eat a piece?”
Amelia heard Max mutter under his breath and clenched her fist, fighting the urge to punch him in the face. What was it about him that irked her so much? That made her want to just teach him a lesson and just be her vicious self around? She didn’t know, and perhaps she never would and the thought of this bothered her slightly. She instead crossed her arms and it became a lot easier to try not to hit him and watched quietly as he got the cake together. The sooner this is over with, the sooner you can leave, Amelia she reminded herself and bit her tongue to not snap back at Max.
When Max finally came back from wherever his thoughts had wandered off to, giving her a price for the cake, she reached into her wallet to collect the cash and froze when she heard him speak again. She blinked, then slowly looked up at him. Had she heard right? Was he offering her a piece now? Amelia stared at him, feeling the raising suspicion rise inside of her. Maybe…he’s just trying to say sorry in his own way? She tried reasoning to herself. It didn’t make sense, and there was a part of her that told her to leave, forget about eating a piece here. There would be plenty of time to have some when she got home but as she opened her mouth to speak, to refuse his offer, the words that came out of her mouth surprised her. “Alright…okay, yeah. I’ll have a piece.”
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Max spent most of his day baking. He had purposely ordered enough ingredients to bake for at least a whole week without running out of supplies, which was beneficial for him. Being the only bakery in York had its own pressure and he made sure to keep his customers happy with their orders, in case competition decided to rise. He didn’t know what to expect when it came to York. The residents were fairly unpredictable and he knew that sooner or later, there was meant to be someone who would decide to open up a bakery as well.
He was resting in the back of the shop, he wasn’t going to wait for Amelia because he figured she’d probably wander around or take too long to get ready. He didn’t know girls very well but he had heard before that whenever they had to go out, they’d take their sweet time. He stared at the TV, not really interested in what they were showing. Usually he’d listen to music instead but his small mp3 player was too far to reach and he was feeling too lazy to stand up.
A few minutes later, he heard the front bell ring. He figured Amelia had arrived since late night customers were a rarity when it came to York. He stretched and lazily and sat up, figuring he’d purposely take his own time to stand up. Once he got himself on his feet, he walked to the front of the bakery, trying to suppress a small smile that was threatening to form as he saw Amelia looking through his baked goods. “You know, your duck lips get bigger by the second.” He gave her a small nod, leaning on the front desk with his arms as he glanced at the girl. “So, are you going to buy anything else or just the red velvet cake?”
It was like being lost in a different world, the only thing that she could smell was the baked goods, the only things she could see, touch, taste, was the baked goods and for a moment she thought of Willy Wonka and the candy land in the factory that he hadand then she thought about Anthony. He would have liked it here she thought to herself with a sad sigh. He had always loved to eat junk, and Amelia could hear the bickering between them when she scolded him for not being more healthy. It was always in a teasing manner though. How she missed Italy and the way things use to be.
Amelia was lost in her thoughts, lingering in the past and didn’t know how long she had been wandering around, not paying attention to anything before she finally heard Max’s voice. She groaned as he spoke, and slowly turned to face him, glaring at him. The momentary feeling of pity and feeling bad for what she had said earlier quickly disappeared and was immediately replaced with annoyance and she continued glaring at Max before finally saying, “again, why are you staring at my lips?” It was more of a rhetorical question, since she was sure that he wouldn’t answer her. She rolled her eyes as he spoke again and took a couple of steps towards the counter, crossing her arms and said, “I’ll give you the fact that everything smells really good here, but no, just the cake will be fine.”
She raised a brow and looked at him questioningly, waiting for him to do or say something and then finally let out an annoyed sigh and said, “how much is it going to cost? I know you don’t want me sticking around and trust me, the last thing I want to do is hang around you, so lets do us both a favour and hurry this along so we can go on with our lives, shall we?”
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York was growing on Amelia, and she found herself missing home more and more each day. In the beginning, it had been hard because she wasn’t coming off as the friendliest to new faces, but even that was changing and whether it was for the better or for the worse was yet to be decided but for the moment Amelia felt…happy. Something that she found hard to get a hold of for a while. She had been meaning to get out more, to do more, and with a sudden craving for red velvet cake, she decided she would head out to the only bakery in town to get herself some and she would take her time getting there and do some exploring along the way there as well as on the way back.
She dressed comfortably, pulling on a pair of jeans and a tank top, tying her hair loosely into a ponytail and grabbing some cash, her phone and her keys before leaving her room, stopping one of the maids to let them know where she would be, and not to worry about her. Of course no one needed to worry about her. She was a Belluci, anyone who dared try to harm her would pay, and pay dearly. Plus, she was strong despite her physical appearance, and clever. She wasn’t scared in the slightest to be going out so late in the night on her own.
Before she knew it, she found the bakery and stood outside the door for a moment, her hand on the handle before stepping inside, the little bell above the door dinging and was hit and instantly surrounded by the aroma of baked goods. It smelled delicious, and she found a small smile on her face as she stepped inside, quickly scanning the place to see that it was deserted. She didn’t know what to do, so she just started wandering around, looking at all the things on display and for a moment, wondered if there was more to Max then what he let on, and felt bad for how she had spoken to him earlier. But he deserved it she reminded herself.
