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Bread flour? Check.
Whole Wheat? Check.
Rye flour? Check.
Oats? Check.
Corn flour? Check.
Rice flour?
Adora was about to check the next item on her mental list when a familiar form crossed her peripheral view. Outside the shop window and across the street was the leather jacket girl again, or as Adora and her team would call her...
“Miss 3:30,” Adora mumbled, depositing the bag of rice flour on her work station.
It started with a joke, mainly at her expense, when Glimmer and Bow got sick of hearing about the elusive girl Adora keeps mentioning during their work hours.
“Awwwww… Adora has a crush!” She remembered Bow squealing, hearts and sparkles might as well explode from his eyes from the tone of his voice.
“I-I do not!” Adora retorted.
“You do,” Glimmer replied, her face filled with exasperation, “You greet us every morning with ‘guess who passed by earlier?’. We know it’s Miss 3:30 and we know ‘she’s very punctual huh’”. She said the last part with air quotes, not unkindly.
Adora blushed at the memory.
So, maybe she has a crush. And maybe it’s the girl currently crossing the empty streets. “It’s not like it’s hurting anyone,” she thought while recounting the bags of flour on her station, missing another item when she sneaked a glance at the girl halfway across the street. "Is she... looking at my direct—"
The bag of bread flour flopped on her table. Thankfully still closed. It still covered a part of her station with a thin layer of flour though.
Adora sighed.
“Okay, it’s not hurting anyone… yet.”