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{Two weeks.}

It had been two weeks since Beatrice moved and despite preparing herself, she was never truly ready for how alone she’d feel. How lonely it’d be, though she’s used to traveling and keeping herself busy but then again she always had her sister with her. Something about a new environment and knowing nothing about it or anyone felt so lonely. All her friends were back home, her family, her routine, everything that's ever felt familiar. 

Yet despite the loneliness that she’s felt, it hits the hardest late at night. She’d listen in on the wind, and would look up at the moon hoping that its company would subside the slight ache in her chest. 

Though there was something new she found comfort in, a reminder that she wasn’t truly alone. Because between the hours of 2am and 5am she’d hear the sounds of vibrating machines, the pots and pans hitting and low curses as if someone was trying really hard to be quiet but wasn’t at all that good at it. And a chaotic playlist, where some days it’d be classical music, then hip hop, pop, bubblegum pop and ones she didn’t even know existed. She did wonder why it was so easy for her to secure the apartment at the last minute, especially considering how cheap rent was and how beautiful the view. 

At first it was annoying, Beatrice would try to force herself to sleep and each time she’d be close the sounds of pots banging would wake her back up. It wasn’t until the second night that she realized she lived right next door to a bakery, Silva’s . She couldn’t sleep and felt that laying in bed staring up at the ceiling was doing her more harm so she decided a walk would be better. The last thing she wanted was to spiral herself into an episode, one that she wasn’t sure she’d cope through alone.

As she stepped out of her apartment, the bakery light illuminates the dim streets. She peeks through the window and sees a short brunette, smiling widely as she bobs her head, a bowl wrapped in one arm and a spatula in the other. And for a brief moment Beatrice forgets how lonely her world is, as she observes this stranger alone yet filled with so much light. And if she were lucky enough, the girl would notice her, her smile beaming as she waves the spatula in the air, batter splattering everywhere. A beacon of light for Beatrice. 

So now every time Beatrice lays in her room at night in the dark and the overwhelming feeling of being alone slowly creeps in. She’d just close her eyes, take a deep breath and as if right on cue, the baker from next door would start her usual antics and make Beatrice’s world a little less lonely. 

{Three weeks.}

Each time Beatrice returned from her walk the bakery wouldn’t be open yet. But the lights and the sounds of trays hitting tables, and muffled music told her that the short brunette was inside. Yet by the time Beatrice gets home, knocks out and wakes up, the bakery having finished its morning rush and was slowly but surely prepping for closing, the beacon of light was nowhere in sight. That didn’t stop Beatrice from discovering just how delicious their pastries and coffee was. I’ll do some work here soon, she told herself, taking note of the places she could sit. She also took note of who she assumed were regulars, noting where they sat so as to know not to disrupt their routine by mistakenly taking their spots. 

One particular night, when Beatrice was feeling all alone again, when she stepped out of her apartment door she heard a voice. 

“Jc!! You need to at least give me a few hours notice!” the voice said, it was concerning how loud this stranger was being considering it was the middle of the night. “If you had told me in advance I would have shown up earlier.. How am I going to get everything done?!” 

For whatever reason, when Beatrice first heard the voice she froze. Her keys still in her door, her back facing the stranger. So when the voice stops, and she finds herself turning around slowly, her breath gets caught as she recognizes the girl who was now sitting at the edge of the curb with her palms on her forehead. “No time to waste, I’ll make this work.” The girl says under her breath.

Beatrice slowly tiptoes, trying to walk behind the girl without alarming her. But the moment the girl stands on her feet and immediately turns around she walks right into her, practically falling into her arms. “Fuck.” the stranger says. “I’m so sorry!” she says gripping onto Beatrice. 

When the girl looks up and registers her face, a hint of recognition hits her. “It's you!” she says eagerly. 

“You know who I am?” Beatrice asks, her hand still gripping the girl’s arms. 

“Yes!! You pass by like clockwork.” She jokes, “You’re actually my visual alarm when it’s quarter past 2, very helpful.” 

“You’re welcome?” Beatrice asks, finally she lets go of her grip. “Are you alright?” 

The stranger sighs, taking a deep breath before finding herself rambling. “No, actually the guy who typically helps me bake everything before the morning rush bailed on me!!” Beatrice looks at the girl in awe, her question was geared more towards her almost falling. “So now I’m practically not going to have everything done and ready by the time we open..” she continues to ramble, “And don’t even get me started about having to deal with the morning rush all alone!!” 

Beatrice takes it all in, she doesn’t even know what to say. 

“I’m so sorry, I’m so rude!” The girl says, interrupting her thoughts, “I’m Ava.” She smiles and there it was again, that beacon of light. “Ava Silva!” She says, extending her hand. 

“As in..” Beatrice says, pointing up at the sign of the bakery. “Yes, but family business so I’m not entirely the owner but I am the offspring.” 

Beatrice can’t help but laugh, “Beatrice..” she says, finally grabbing hold of Ava’s hand and shaking it, “Beatrice Mäkinen-Guo.” 

“Given the accent, I say you aren’t from around here.” Ava says smiling, Beatrice nods. “I’m from London, I’m here for a bit.” she says and Ava nods.

There’s a brief moment of silence before Ava pipes up, “Where are you headed?” Beatrice shrugs. “When I can’t sleep, I tend to go walk around for a bit.” 

“You live?” Ava asks and Beatrice points to the door of the apartment, “Damn, how convenient it’s right beside the bakery!” 

Another brief moment of silence passes, “I should get going, you must have a lot of baking to do.” Beatrice says. To that Ava’s head looks up, and her finger immediately rises. “Beatrice, may I ask you a question or two.” Beatrice tilts her head, slowly nodding. Ava’s tone having changed mocking seriousness or at least attempting to.

“Okay, firstly, do you have work later today?” Ava asks, her face serious as her hand makes its way to rub her chin. Beatrice has to contain the laughter that tries to escape at the sight of it, “Nope.” she says. 

Ava nods, “Cool, cool.” she says, “Lastly, do you know how to bake?” 

Beatrice pauses, she knows where this is going. Before she responds she thinks of all the reasons why she shouldn’t but her mind draws a blank. What else would you be doing? She thinks to herself. And before she could actually come up with a reason not to, a beacon shines through and nearly blinds her. “I tend to bake every now and then.” She responds with a smile. 

Ava practically jumps, “Ok, now, I know we just met but for your own safety I feel that you shouldn’t walk so late in the dark especially alone..” 

“Is that right?” 

“Yes, and if you can’t sleep I suggest something fun!” 

“And that is?” 

“Hmm.. well there’s nothing open at this time, but if you’re really that bored I can give you an all exclusive tour of the bakery!” Ava says, her face not budging from her serious expression. 

“Is that all?” Beatrice asks as the edges of her lip rises. 

“Well, in exchange for pastries and coffee, you’ll also be keeping me company!” 

Ava doesn’t even wait for a response, she grabs hold of Beatrice’s hand and guides her inside. 

- 

Ava doesn’t entirely blame Jc for calling in sick, no one can help catch a cold. But she is irritated because she would have liked to have had an earlier notice. But the gods blessed her, because not only did she find someone last minute to help her out. The gods also blessed her because finally the mysterious girl she would see in the middle of the night finally has a name. 

If Ava was being honest, she thought the girl was a figment of her imagination, a dream seeping its way into her reality because of exhaustion. Keeping up with the bakery was tiring work, despite Jc’s help, the fact that she had to be the one to bake and open the bakery every morning was starting to take its toll on her. Her father didn’t trust anyone else, and since he was under strict rules to stay in bed and rest since his accident, he relied on Ava and only Ava to do what he normally does. So when suddenly a pretty girl appeared in the middle of the night as she began her preparations, Ava immediately thought it was the ghost of the woman who’s story is continuously passed down. Beware of the pretty woman in white, who lingers and prowls at night. A lover she is seeking, her heart barely beating. She doesn’t know she’s dead, so run before she takes your head. 

Despite being terrified of ghosts, Ava didn’t mind one that was as pretty. 

But alas, she had good luck, she loved the routine she had established with Jc. They worked great together, Ava would start on the croissants while Jc worked on danishes. They knew exactly what to do and where to start and could ask and answer questions with a simple glance. So when she found herself standing in the back, Beatrice with Jc’s apron on, tying her hair up in a bun, Ava couldn't help but stare. She’d trade this view for Jc any day she told herself.

“Where should I start?” Beatrice asks, pulling Ava away from her thoughts. 

“Have you ever baked danishes before?” Ava asks. 

Beatrice nods, “Well we make 3 different kinds with 3 different fillings.” Ava says as she grabs a laminated page from a binder. “The recipe is right here, if you have any questions just let me know!” Ava beamed, she had no choice given the time crunch to skip the training, Beatrice does look like she knows what she’s doing. 

Beatrice grabs the laminated recipe without hesitation, she was always good at being observant and picking up things quickly. So without having to ask she easily found where Ava kept everything, from bowls, measuring cups and all the way to the flour and baking soda. Ava on the other hand while making croissants had completely forgotten that she was with Beatrice and not Jc. So when she looked to see the progress on the danishes, for a split second she was surprised to see a girl. 

“Three out of the four racks are finished, I’m just waiting for these to cool.” Beatrice says not looking up as she takes the fourth rack out of the oven. Ava’s breath hitches at the sight she’s being blessed to see.

“Beatrice..” Ava says shocked, she observes the finished pastries, “..these are better than Jc’s!” She grabs one and splits it in half, tasting one with one hand and extending the other to the girl. “And they taste better too!!” 

Beatrice finds her cheeks warming, she takes the other half of the pastry and gives her a mental tap on the back after tasting it. 

“You didn’t tell me you were a baker!!” Ava says, finishing the danish in two bites. 

“I’m not really, at least not professionally. When I have free time, I bake here and there.” Beatrice says shyly, hoping Ava doesn’t pick up on the fact that she has too much time on her hands. 

Ava smiles, “Well, if you need a job as a baker just let me know!” she jokes. 

Beatrice laughs, “I’ll keep that in mind.” 

The two naturally got back on track, Ava now working on muffins and donuts while Beatrice worked on the scones and cinnamon rolls. Eventually everything on Ava’s list of what to bake for the day is completed. That was what Ava loved about being in charge, she got to decide what to bake for the day and given how she’s had a feel of what her customers, especially what her regulars loved, she had a list of baked goods for each day. She loved the freedom, and multiple of her customers have thanked her for keeping the sense of nostalgia and yet introducing something new. When Ava checked the time it was 6:15 am. They had time to spare, 45 minutes to be exact. 

Ava turns to look at Beatrice proudly, who to her surprise looked like she barely broke a sweat. “You know, being a baker comes naturally to you.” 

Beatrice shrugs, her smile never fading. The moment is filled with silence, their eyes doing the majority of the talking as they stand there. There was a sense of familiarity that they felt but couldn’t pinpoint, something that tugged at the pit of their stomach, I know you, I’m supposed to know you. 

“So why are you here?” Ava asks, breaking the silence. 

“To help you bake?” Beatrice answers confused. 

“No, I mean, what are you doing here..” Ava waves her hand towards the outdoors, “The city.. I mean here of all places. Clearly this small town is nothing compared to London.” 

Beatrice shrugs, “Quite honestly I don’t know, my parents sent me here to ‘train’ but most of what I do is work from home.” 

“Do you have any friends?” Ava asks, her question was innocent, Beatrice knew that, but the question itself felt like an attack. 

“Here? No.” she says. 

“Well now you do!!” Ava says smiling, “I’ll introduce you to everyone here, if you’d like.” 

Beatrice smiles back, “I’d love that.” 

-

Ava wasn’t joking about the morning rush, despite it being a Monday morning the rush made it feel like it was a Saturday. “Is it like this every day?” Beatrice asks between greeting and helping customers. 

“We pretty much don’t have a ‘chill’ morning.” Ava says, still smiling. 

“So if I wasn’t here..” Beatrice watches as Ava greets every customer with a smile, almost everyone she knows by name. “Then it’d pretty much just be me til 9 am when the rest of the crew pulls up!” Ava says she stops to greet a customer, a regular Beatrice assumes. 

“Yasmine!!” Ava greets with a smile, she quickly turns to fill a cup up with coffee grabbing a danish to pair with it. 

“I can’t believe he left you alone!” Yasmine says. 

“Well, I must have done something good in a past life since the gods blessed me with an angel.” Ava says, her eyebrows wriggling as she glances over to Beatrice who was too busy organizing the pastry display. 

At the same time Yasmine takes a bite of the danish, “Oh my god.” she says. Ava’s smile grows wider, “Right?!” 

Beatrice looks at Yasmine confused, worried that she had messed up the recipe. “Did you change the recipe or something?” Yasmine asks, taking another eager bite from her pastry. 

“Nope, just changed bakers.” Ava jokes, “It’s perfect isn’t it!” 

Yasmine eagerly nods, looking over at Beatrice, “You have the hands of an artist!” Yasmine says excitedly. Before Beatrice could respond, the girl’s alarm echoed throughout the room. “Shoot, I’m late!! Later?” Yasmine glances over at Ava who nods, she looks over to Beatrice smiling widely as she raises the pastry in her hand up in the air. 

“That’s Yasmine.” Ava says leaning back on the counter, “She comes every morning before work, her usual consists of a coffee with a splash of milk and a danish.” 

“She seems nice.” Beatrice says. 

“She is!! She gets along with everyone. She’s a total sweetheart, everyone around here loves her. The children especially, she works as a teacher at the school down the street.” Ava says proudly. 

Just then, a small curly head walks in. “Hi Ava!!” her energy matching, “Camila!” Ava says excitedly, like usual Ava doesn’t ask what she wants but instead prepares a small box of assorted pastries and two iced drinks, one iced americano with half a pump of vanilla and one iced latte with oat milk. Beatrice doesn’t know what to do so she just stands in place, maneuvering only when she’s in Ava’s way. 

“Hi!!” The short curly head says, her eyes sparkling at Beatrice. “I’m Camila!” Beatrice smiles back at her, “Hello, I’m Beatrice.” she says. Camila’s eyes nearly bulge out as soon as she hears the girl’s voice, “You’re English!!” She says excitedly. 

“Yes..” Beatrice says looking at her confused, Camila just smiles in response. 

“You aren't from around here.” The girl observes Beatrice, “Are you a new hire?” 

Ava pipes in before Beatrice could answer, “I wish!” She places Camila’s order in front of her, “She’s an angel that appeared when I was in need.” 

The odd thing about being around Ava’s company for Beatrice was that she didn’t feel the pressure or need to chime in. Silence from her was okay for Ava, and it wasn’t like she was purposely answering for her, the girl just loved to yap. The only other person she felt safe to be silent around was her sister, Riley. But already, despite barely knowing the girl, Ava seemed different, felt different. 

“So any updates?” Ava asks, and suddenly Camila freezes. “Oh c’mon! You told me you were going to do it last week!!” 

“I panicked..” Camila says, avoiding Ava’s stare and looking at Beatrice instead. 

“You always panic!” Ava teases, “C’mon Cam, how are you supposed to get a gf if you can’t even admit you like someone!!” 

Camila ignores Ava, “If you liked someone for a while..” “months!!” Ava yells in between Camila’s voice. “..how would you confess?” Camila asks Beatrice. 

Beatrice freezes at the question, she’s never confessed to anyone. Let alone let anyone in, in her head no body has ever liked her enough or shown interest to consider even confessing. “I’d just be honest?” Beatrice says, almost like a question. 

Camila’s face drops as Ava beams, “See!!” 

Camila sighs, grabbing her drinks and pastry, “I’ll consider.” she says offering the two a soft smile, “It was nice meeting you Beatrice!” She says, “Same time tomorrow Aves!” Camila says walking out the door. 

Beatrice doesn’t mind staying out on the floor with Ava to deal with customers, but Ava insisted she take a well deserved break. So Beatrice grabbed a pastry, one that Ava made specifically, and a cup of coffee. She watched from where she sat as Ava greeted more customers, her smile never faltering, no evidence of exhaustion on her face. Every now and then Ava would look over at her and smile signaling a thumbs up. I like this Beatrice told herself, I like this very much.  

As she continues to eat her pastry and sip her coffee, a tall blonde haired figure approaches Ava. “Michael.” Ava greets, “How are you?” She says, offering him a soft smile. 

“Better, now that you’re here.” He says with a stupid smirk on his face. 

For some reason, Beatrice doesn’t like his presence, something about his energy didn’t sit well with her. So she tunes out their voices, only looking up every now and then to see Michael leaning against the counter a stupid look on his face. And sometimes she’d catch Ava looking at her, but instead of reciprocating the smile being offered she just looks down and scrolls through her phone. 

It takes forever for him to leave, 45 minutes to be exact. And he only left because a line had formed behind him. As soon as Beatrice returned to help Ava, she insisted that she could leave and that the rush had died down. “You haven’t had your break yet?” Beatrice asked concern. 

Ava shook her head, “That’s the thing about being the owner, you don't get breaks.” 

“But you’re the offspring, you’re entitled to at least one.” Beatrice teases, that alone was enough to convince Ava to at least eat a proper breakfast. Atleast proper enough for Ava’s liking, which consisted of two cinnamon buns and a hot chocolate to wash it down. 

While Ava was on break, leaving Beatrice alone to handle the store front, a little boy walks in. From the looks of it, he looks to be about 6, maybe 7 years old. 

“Hi.” Beatrice greets him with a smile. 

“Hello, how are you?” He greets her nicely. 

“I’m alright, how are you?” Beatrice asks in return. “I’m fine thank you.” he says, despite being too short to fully see, he gets on his tippy toes as he looks at the pastry display. 

After mentally deciding what he’s going to have he nods to himself and places a bunch of loose change on the counter. “One cinnamon bun please.” 

Beatrice observes as the loose change, some being buttons, a piece of candy, and a sticker. She looked at the little boy who was just staring at her, she didn’t have the heart to tell him he didn’t have enough. “Do you want to play a game?” Beatrice asks, the little boy looks at her confused. 

“If you win, you can get your cinnamon bun for free!” She says, and suddenly the little boy’s face lights up. 

“Deal!” he says excitedly. 

Beatrice pauses for a second, “I’ll think of an animal, any animal, if you can guess it then you win.” 

The little boy nods, his facial expression getting serious as he starts to think, “Ok, I’m ready.” he says. 

Beatrice smiles, “Ok you have 3 guesses.” She says. 

Without hesitating the little boy yells out, “Hippo!!” and Beatrice’s eyes grow wide. “How?” she asks, “Can you read minds?” The little boy starts giggling, “No!!” He says, “I win! I won!” he says excitedly. 

Beatrice hands him the cinnamon bun, and waves as he happily takes a bite and leaves. She hated lying, but a white lie for a good reason she could let slide. He didn’t need to know that the animal she was actually thinking of was a Capybara. As soon as the coast is clear, she presses the button for the cinnamon bun and taps her card to pay, even leaving a 30% tip. 

When Ava returns from break, a woman walks in. She’s wearing a long thin coat, combat boots and a look that could kill. She nods at Beatrice, as she sits down in the corner of the table. As soon as Ava catches a glimpse of her she instantly runs towards the girl. “Mary!!” she says, sitting across from the woman who groans at the sight of Ava. 

Beatrice observes as despite the woman’s expression being neutral and rather annoyed, Ava’s smile doesn't falter. Instead she watches as Ava continues to annoy the girl. How anyone would find Ava annoying baffles Beatrice. Moments later, another woman walks in, but she’s wearing a polo that says Silva’s on it. She watches as the woman Ava’s annoying, instantly sits up straight. Ava looks up and lets out an exasperated sigh, “Finally Shan!” she says, the older girl smiles at Ava. 

“Jc leave you hanging again?” she asks. 

Ava nods, “But an angel came to help!” she says gesturing to Beatrice. 

The older girl stares at Beatrice then at Ava, “Cute.” She says, “I’m Shannon Silva.” 

Beatrice smiles, “Beatrice.” She says. 

“I’m Ava’s cousin, aka the better Silva.” She teases. 

The two cousins begin to bicker and despite enjoying it, Beatrice can’t help but stare at the other woman who Ava called Mary. She observes as Mary’s gaze never breaks away from Shannon, her hands fidgeting. The girl wasn’t even aware that Beatrice’s been staring at her. 

“Mary, the usual?” Shannon calls out, not even looking over at her direction. 

“Yea and make it quick!” Mary calls back out. 

“For that, you’re waiting 20 minutes.” Shannon says, Mary doesn’t even look fazed, instead she’s trying to hold back a smile.

“Well, since help is here, you can go Bea.” Ava says smiling, but stops when she realizes what she called the girl. “Sorry, I.. I tend to give my friends a nickname, is that okay?” 

Beatrice nods, “I like it.” She smiles at the girl. 

“Thanks again Bea, really.” Ava grabs a box and starts to place pastries inside, “Here, your payment.” she says handing the box to her. Beatrice doesn't even argue that it’s more than she could eat alone. 

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When Beatrice gets home, she opens the box of pastries and that's when she notices a sticky note. In messy handwriting, was Ava’s name followed by a series of numbers. Text or Call if you ever need a friend or company!! :) 

And that's exactly what she does, she sends a thank you message to Ava telling her to text her for any baking emergencies. Beatrice doesn’t notice right away, but the beacon of light followed her home. And for the first time in three weeks she slept, and found herself dreaming of a floating cinnamon bun.

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Beatrice had slept so well that she slept through an entire day, which meant she was up and awake early the next day. Early enough that she would be the first customer at Silva’s. Though the person in front of her wasn’t the bubbly short girl filled with light, but instead was a tall, conventionally attractive man with a smirk on his face. 

“Hey!” He says a little too friendly. “What can I get for you?” 

Beatrice takes a moment to take it all in, taking small glances at the saloon door, hoping to get a glimpse of light. Unfortunately not discreetly enough as the man in front of her nods his head quickly, cupping one hand around his mouth as he calls out to the back. 

“Darling, someone’s here for you!” the man calls out in a butchered english accent. 

It doesn’t take a moment before Ava pops out from the back, a tray of freshly baked bread in hand. “Oh Pookie, do help me with these..” the girl says in a similar accent, feigning to lose balance as she hands off the tray to him. The moment she locks eyes with Beatrice who naturally develops a smile on her face, Ava can’t help but turn red. 

“Bea!” She says excitedly. 

“THE Bea?” The man calls out, “The pret----?” 

Ava quickly elbows the man, watching as he loses balance of the tray. “AVA!” He calls out, but before either of them could react Beatrice quickly grabs onto the tray catching the loaves that go flying in the air. 

“Damn.” The man whispers. 

Ava stands there, jaw wide, “Dude..” she says, “..did you just.. am.. am I being punked?” she looks around “where are the cameras?!” 

Beatrice laughs, placing the tray gently onto the counter. “I’ve been told I have good reflexes.” 

“By who?! God?” the man teases. 

“I would like to think that.” 

Ava shakes the shock out of her system, “Right, Bea.. this is Jc, you know, the one who left me to fend for myself!” 

The man, who Ava introduced as JC, holds his hand up to his mouth. “I’m appalled that you’re making it seem like I wasn’t fighting for my life!” Ava rolls her eyes, “A cold isn’t even close to me fighting for my life here! Alone!” 

“But you weren’t alone..” Jc says, glancing at Beatrice. 

Ava ignores him, smiling at Beatrice “What can I get for my favorite customer?” she asks. Beatrice tries to fight the heat that suddenly rises inside her. “I thought I was the favorite customer?!” The tall blonde man, Michael she remembers from last time, was back, walking in just in time, or rather at the wrong time for Beatrice though she can’t quite pinpoint why his presence bothered her. 

“Well, have you ever saved me during a crisis?” Ava asks, raising her eyebrow, though there’s amusement behind her tone. 

Jc takes this opportunity to pull Beatrice aside, he leans his elbows on the counter placing his head on the palm of his hands. “So pretty lady, are you looking for a job by any chance?” He asks, batting his eyes. 

“Uh, no?” 

“Well if you are, we can make you an offer and hire you here!” 

Ava takes this opportunity to butt in the conversation, she doesn’t even hesitate to walk away from Michael. Who’s disappointed look is entirely ignored, he looks over at Beatrice and for a split second she can see a hint of envy. “Say the word Bea, and a spot opens!” 

“Wait, we have an open spot?” Jc asks. “Then why didn’t you hire my friend?!” 

“If I fire you then yes, we do.” Ava jokes, “And even if we did I wouldn’t hire your friend, why would I want two of you here bugging me all the time.” 

Jc doesn’t even react to Ava, avoiding the girl’s gaze. “Well, about that..” he starts. 

Beatrice, who is partially paying attention to the conversation because all she can sense is Michael’s stare, is trying to keep herself occupied by staring at the pastries. She ignores the banter that starts between Ava and Jc, something about the whole exchange feels like a routine for the two. 

“You’re what?!” Ava practically yells, and that's when Beatrice tunes back into the conversation. 

“Look, I wish I could’ve told you earlier but I also just found out this morning..” Jc says defensively, raising his arms up, stepping back as he distances himself a bit from Ava. 

“What the hell am I going to do for 3 months?!” Ava says stepping closer to him, she points her index finger on his chest. “And you’re leaving by the end of the week?!” Jc takes this opportunity to step further back, so far back that he walks around the counter and hides behind Beatrice. 

“Look Ava, I’m sorry that it's so last minute but this is my dream we’re talking about!” He says, his hands on Beatrice’s shoulders. She watches as Ava’s demeanour softens a bit. 

“Uhm.” Beatrice whispers, she doesn’t want to get in between the two but given how Jc physically placed her there, she doesn’t know what to do or say to ease the tension. 

“Who the hell am I going to find on such short notice?!” Ava says, flailing her hands in the air before digging her face into her palms. 

“Maybe I can help?” Michael pipes up, stepping closer to Ava. 

“No offence dude, but I need someone I don’t have to extensively train, given the short notice that Jc left me with.” Ava doesn’t even bother to look up. 

“I’m a fast learner..” He says, “..I’m sure I can learn alot from you.” He says a bit too flirtatiously. 

Beatrice doesn’t know what happens, but something inside her glitches. Maybe it’s Michael’s tone, maybe it's the way Jc fake coughs and whispers something under his breath that she couldn’t quite catch. Or maybe it's the way Ava looked up at him, eyes filled with hope, and a smile on his face all high and mighty. She practically blurts it out like Katniss Everdeen, an I volunteer as tribute as her mouth speaks before her mind can catch up. 

“I can do it.” She says, though she doesn’t know if she’s saying it to Ava directly or if she’s trying to convince herself. 

Ava immediately rises up, and there it is, the beacon of light, “Bea! Seriously?!” she asks. And Beatrice nods, she nods and nods, and tries to mimic the smile on Ava’s face. She’d have to figure out the logistics of it all later, how she’s going to balance work and now working at a bakery. She mentally thanks herself for not having a social life, making things a bit easier for her. 

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Jc’s dream was to travel the world, though his financial situation prevented him from pursuing this dream at all. This fact didn’t surprise Beatrice at all, she’s met people who’ve dreamt of traveling the world, the difference was that the people she’s met had trust funds to fall onto to pursue these dreams. What surprised Beatrice was finding out that Jc studied and majored in Marine Biology. So when his professor through his connections found an opportunity for Jc, because as his professor says ‘Jc is my top student, he is always eager to learn and for sure you’ll learn a thing or two from his youth and innocence.’ There was simply no way Jc could refuse or miss his chance to see more of the world. The only catch was that he would need to be packed and ready to leave by the end of the week. And that is how Beatrice found herself, across from Jc and Ava on a Friday morning. 

“So if it were entirely up to me you wouldn’t need to sign a contract.” Ava says a bit apologetic as she slides a piece of paper towards Beatrice. 

“It’s alright Ava, I understand.” Beatrice says smiling, everything inside her wants to retract her offer. When it had dawned on her that she’d be spending at least 5 days out of the week from the hours of 2 am to 7 am baking beside Ava, the voices in her head began to come in full force. 

“The hours though it states in the contract are set, I am honestly very flexible and laid back about them.” Ava says, “And obviously given this set up, I truly am grateful for your help Bea! So if for whatever reason you need a day or days off, just let me know.” 

-- 

Beatrice had met the entire crew, which really only consisted of bloodlines to the Silva family. The only member that wasn’t was Jc. Though he may as well be part of the family, as he naturally fits in. She later finds out from Ava that Jc is one of her oldest friends and had pretty much integrated himself into family dinners at first, until eventually being so close that he has a key to the house. 

“We grew up together, even my dad hopes that we’d end up married eventually.” Ava says, her hands behind her back as she practically skips down the road. After the initial “orientation” for Beatrice, Ava had decided to take a walk fearing that she’d be too overwhelmed with everything that’s being thrown at her. 

“Well, the night’s still young.” Beatrice says, she doesn’t know what the dynamic is between the two. She doesn’t see it as more than a friendship but for some reason she wanted Ava to know she’s on her side. 

Ava looks Beatrice dead in the eye, “Gross.” She’s pretending to throw up though Beatrice doesn’t think it’s pretend at all. “We grew up together, enough that he’s more like a brother to me and I’m like a sister to him.” Beatrice nods. 

“Plus, I rather picture myself marrying a woman, though I am Bi, I just find that I’d have less problems with a wife.” Ava teases, that smile on her face never faltering. Beatrice doesn’t even think twice as she nods and agrees, not noticing the look on Ava’s face as if an internal question had been answered. 

-- 

The following morning or night.. Beatrice started her new job, despite having already experienced working with Ava she couldn’t contain her nerves. So an hour before her shift started she decided to go on a walk to calm herself down. By the time she got back to her street she notices Ava pacing back and forth. She watches as the girl hesitates to knock on her door, she’s mumbling something to herself until she finally spots Beatrice. The moment her eyes lock on the girl she eases a bit, her pacing having stopped and that smile on her face. 

“For a second there I thought you changed your mind..” Ava admits. 

“For what?” Beatrice asks, a bit confused. 

Ava shrugs, “I knocked on your door to let you know I was here and there was no response.” There’s a hint of sadness in her eyes, like this was something she had expected. 

“Ava, when I say I’m in, though there is some hesitation on my part, doesn’t mean I’d abandon you.” Beatrice says reassuringly. “Plus I had to squeeze in my nightly walk one way or another.” Beatrice teases. 

It was no surprise that they had fallen into a routine, Ava had sent Beatrice the schedule for the week of what pastries were needed for what day. Ava gave Beatrice the opportunity to choose what pastry she wanted to tackle making. Despite not having worked together a lot, the two found themselves practically dancing around one another. Ava would duck without warning as Beatrice passed by her with trays in hand. Beatrice would also find herself catching anything that Ava would accidentally knock over, and would prevent spills. And then there were the gazes, they were a bit intense for Beatrice’s liking but because it was Ava she paid them no mind. So when Ava would look up, a pastry in hand with a question at the tip of her tongue, all it took was a single glance back and a raised brow from Beatrice for Ava’s silent question to be answered. The girl would hum and a faint smile lingered on her face as she, without doubt, started experimenting. 

“Okay, I wanted to try something new so try this and tell me what you think..” Ava says a bit sheepishly. 

She hands Beatrice a plate, on it was what looked like a cream puff.. With what looked like a pink duckling sticking out made out of cream, as the top layer of the cream puff sat on top with a sliced strawberry masquerading as a hat. Beatrice looks at the creation in front of her fondly, a smile on her face, she hasn’t known Ava long but this seemed very Ava.

“It’s a cream puff but with a strawberry honey-butter cream filling.” Ava puts her hands behind her back, starting to sway as she anticipates Beatrice’s reaction to her creation. 

“I kind of feel bad eating it, it's so cute.” She says, Ava only shrugs, biting her lower lip as she waits. 

Beatrice takes a quick photo of the pastry not noticing how Ava lights up a bit at that. Later she’d post it on her instagram where her sister would comment you’re baking again?! As she takes a bite, careful not to spill any on herself, she’s almost brought back to a memory of her childhood. A simple memory of her and her sister playing in their backyard until their mom comes out with a fresh batch of strawberries from their garden. “Oh my god.. Ava.” Beatrice practically moans out, her eyes rolling back, “This is delicious!” she says. 

Ava is proud of herself, “I typically don’t experiment because my dad hates changing the menu. Hell he doesn’t even know that I’ve been altering it slightly since he’s been gone, he’s a bit too old fashioned.” 

Beatrice’s smile is reaching from ear to ear as she takes another mouthful. “This reminds me of my childhood.” She says, “Not that my mom made anything like this but we used to have strawberry patches in our garden. My favourite thing about strawberry season was that I could indulge as much as I wanted without a cost.” 

“Strawberries are your favorite fruit.” Ava says, though not a question but rather a confirmation. 

“How’d you know?” Beatrice says smiling. 

“I kind of just had a feeling?” Ava says, “The honey-butter part was because I was watching Winnie The Pooh before work.” 

“And the duck?” 

“Have you ever watched Lilo and Stitch?” Ava asks and Beatrice nods, “The duckling from that story Stitch loved so much.” She says, though not adding more to it. 

-- 

Their first customer was a tall brunette, her face stoic and serious, not faltering at the beacon of light that was Ava. 

“The usual?” Ava asks. 

“Have I not been ordering the same thing?” The girl responds snarkily, Beatrice takes notice of her accent. 

“You know Lilith, I had the impression that British people were..” Ava trails off, careful with her words as the tall brunette, who Beatrice is trying to remember as Lilith, crosses her arms. “Careful Silva.” The girl responds. 

“Anyways, Bea over here proves me wrong about that.” Ava says swaying back and forth, the smile on her face consistent. 

Lilith looks over to Beatrice, brow raising. “You’re new.” She says, “A Silva?” she asks. 

Beatrice shakes her head, “Temporarily filling in for Jc.” 

Lilith nods, she doesn’t say anything else as she waits for her order. The girl places cash on the counter, way more than what was owed. Though before Beatrice could hand her the change, and just as soon as Ava hands her a box of pastries, and an iced americano with half a pump of vanilla as well as an iced oat latte, the girl immediately walks away. 

“Looks can be deceiving.” Ava says, putting the change in the tip jar. “She may seem very intimidating but behind that she’s actually very sweet. She just refuses to acknowledge or let you know.” Ava says smiling, “She claims to hate it here stating that our pastries aren’t like the ones she has in London, and yet she comes all the time.” 

“Have you noticed how she has the same order as Camila?” Beatrice asks, not thinking much of it. 

Ava takes a second before her eyes beam at the realization, “Bea you absolute genius!” she says, smirking. Beatrice only looks at her in confusion, “It was just something I noticed.”

Ava gasps, reaching for a pen and a piece of paper, on one side she puts Camila’s name and on the other she writes down Liliths. “Ok so they both order the same thing, down to the same pastries..” Ava says, her tongue sticking out a bit. “..I know Camila’s favorite here are the cinnamon buns just like me, she can’t deny her sweet tooth BUT she can’t overdo it.” Ava then writes cinnamon buns and oat latte under the girl’s name. “Which leaves us with..” Beatrice watches silently as Ava writes Americano with half a pump of vanilla under Lilith’s name followed by Eccles Cakes.  

“You sell Eccles cakes?” Beatrice asked, looking at the pastry display. 

“Yes and no.” Ava is drawing lines and circles on the paper, a heart in the middle. “Lilith mentioned it once and I did some research and made it for her and ever since I just make sure I have enough for her and Camila..” Ava drags her hand over her face, “God why haven’t I noticed it before?!” 

“Do they not show up together?” 

“No, never.. But Camila always ensures she orders the Eccles cakes, asked me once and I just never questioned.” 

“Well, if people are what they eat..” Beatrice starts, Ava raises her brow at her anticipating if Beatrice was going to make a raunchy joke or not. Beatrice can sense where Ava’s head is steering so she immediately shakes her head giving the girl a stern look. “I mean, if what you say about Lilith looking intimidating but being sweet, we can see that with the drink she always gets.” 

“What else you got up in that head of yours?” Ava asks, clearly proud with the connection that Beatrice has made. 

“Mary likes Shannon?” Beatrice asks. 

“No she doesnt..” Ava pipes in but before she could continue a light bulb inside her lights up. “Holy shit, Mary likes Shannon!!” Ava says jumping up and down. “And here I thought she came because my pastries are that good.” Ava says, pouting slightly. 

“Well, maybe a mix of both, perhaps she comes for Shannon but stays for your pastries?” Beatrice says, and there it is that light shining through and warming every part of her. 

When Beatrice goes home that day, Ava insists on her bringing a box of pastries home. It isn’t until later that night standing in her kitchen as she makes herself a cup of tea, the lights shining through her apartment coming from the streets, specifically from the bakery. It was nearing sunset, the bakery closing soon but Beatrice couldn't help but smile as in just a few hours it’d be her and Ava again the world around her gone dark, but she didn't realize it yet, her life slowly getting bright. She opens the pastry box, the little pink duckling cream puffs placed gently, a makeshift nest made out of green parchment paper. A few eccles cakes, and in Ava fashion a note that read..

Don’t go on your walk alone tonight! Wait for me!! We’ll take a walk together before we bake!! - Ava :) 

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It’s almost two weeks since Beatrice started helping Ava out in the bakery, she’d be lying if she said it was hard to get used to. But something about Ava just makes everything they do feel so at ease. Ava who integrated her nightly walks into their routine, so now every night about a half hour before they’re supposed to start baking for the day, Beatrice would hear knocking on her door. Each night it was a different rhythm but she loved hearing it, she had unexpectedly anticipated each one, it was so Ava that she loved every bit of it. So when she’d hear that first initial knock, followed by a tune that either Ava couldn’t get out of her head and sometimes ones she’d make up, Beatrice always found herself smiling. And as soon as she’d opened the door, Ava’s hands were waving in the air, her brows wriggling waiting for Beatrice to take a guess at the tune, everything about it felt so.. Bright. 

What Beatrice wasn’t prepared for, was how fulfilling it would be working at the bakery. She had already known that being up when everyone else was asleep was in itself peaceful. But being up at a time where no one else was, but then she’d turn and there Ava was, that in itself felt..sacred. Ava who despite the darkness that surrounded them filled everything around her with so much light. Ava who would skip her way towards her, a pastry in hand, eager for Beatrice to try her new creation. Ava who made it her mission to help unlock childhood memories simply by using her sense of taste. Beatrice didn’t mind at all if she, at the end of the three months, would gain weight because of all the pastries that Ava seemed to hand her during and off working hours.

The other fulfilling thing that Beatrice didn’t account for, was how she had somehow been integrated into all the regular’s routines. You spend enough time handing people fuel that helps make their days better, then eventually they condition themselves into seeing you as something good. So when the regulars at Silva’s came one by one, it took Beatrice not long to memorize their names and usual orders. 

Yasmine who shows up every morning, always rushing yet never missing a day to grab her morning pick me up. Beatrice had found out that she was actually dating Jc, so the first few days since he had left made it much more difficult to get up. But nonetheless she ensured she was, because she loves her students just that much. So Beatrice did what she does best, she listened. When Yasmine had recalled a memory of a date she had with Jc, how he had ended it by taking her to the bakery after hours. And she watched as he had made her palmeras de hojaldre. And as he gently placed a couple in front her, noting how they naturally form the shape of a heart. A faint blush appears on Yasmine’s face as she recalls the first time Jc had told her that he loves her. 

And Ava would tease saying, “Wow, he learned that from me!” 

So now, Beatrice made sure that every morning along with the cup of coffee and danish, there is a box of palmeras de hojaldre. Made specially and only for her. And when Yasmine first noticed, her eyes darting straight up to Ava who simply shakes her head, a proud smile on her face as she tilts her head over to Beatrice who isn’t even paying attention. And before she could react, Yasmine is leaping onto Beatrice, hugging her tightly as she holds back tears. “Thanks Bea!!” she’d say, and just before her class she’d call Jc. 

Then there was sweet sweet Diego, who showed up now more frequently, hands clasped onto the straps of his backpack. His confidence having skyrocketed, his chin held up high and an expression that meant business. He wasted no time, “What will today’s game be?” He’d ask and always be polite. And Beatrice who’d squinted her eyes at him, though a smile appears on her face as she comes up with games that she knows he could easily win but not be obvious enough that he’d pick up on it. Then she’d watch as he giggles, laughing his way to school with his pastry in hand. He’d bite onto the pastry bag to keep it steady, both hands waving in the air at Beatrice as he ran to school. His smile reaching from ear to ear, eyes squinted. Ava, who witnesses the encounter, explains to her that she has never had the heart to tell him he never has enough to buy but she gives it to him anyways. And Beatrice finds her heart ache when she finds out that Diego is actually an orphan. And despite Ava telling her not to pay for him, that it’s free, Beatrice still secretly pays for it. To top it off, Beatrice started to include stickers, books, or anything she thought Diego would enjoy as part of the prizes for winning. If anybody asked, he was her favorite customer. Ava doesn’t say a word, doesn’t want to interrupt the new routine that the two have built. She only observes as Beatrice lights up the moment Diego pops up, both having their own little world. 

There was also Suzanne, who despite not actually being Ava’s biological mother, would be referred to as ‘Mother’ by Ava. She comes every now and then for coffee and a pastry of Ava’s choosing, but she would always come Monday morning to place a big order for Fridays. She was the head of the Orphanage, and every Friday she would treat the children, and her staff to pastries. From first impression Beatrice could sense she meant business, but then she’d start to share stories about her life and the people she’s encountered and suddenly Beatrice would get this urge that she wants to be just like her one day. Beatrice listens to Suzanne’s stories, how she watched Ava grow into the woman she is. How before taking over the bakery, she would spend hours volunteering at the orphanage, always eager to play with the children. 

And of course, there was Camila and Lilith. Who oddly enough never showed up together. Camila who appears every other day, and Ava who tries to crack that code. 

“It’s so weird that Lilith only shows up when Camila doesn’t?!” She’d say, pacing back and forth while eating a cinnamon bun. 

“Not really?” Beatrice would say, enjoying the view as she leans against the counter. 

“You think they don’t want to be seen together?” Ava would ask, raising her brow. 

“No, actually I think it's because they take turns paying.” She’d say and Ava would think she’s the smartest person ever. Ava was all but ready to confront Camila about it, trying to convince Beatrice to confront Lilith saying that the girl would more than likely talk to her. Thankfully Beatrice convinces her to give it more time to unfold. So Ava half listens, promising she won’t say anything yet but still is plotting to find out more. 

Michael still showed up, though what usually would be a long conversation with Ava turned into a group conversation. As despite Beatrice trying really hard not to listen, and because she’s trying to figure out why she finds his presence rather irritating. Ava would always ask for her input, “Bea what do you think?” She would ask after Michael brought up the topic about if pineapples belong on pizza or not. Eventually, Michael’s visit would grow shorter, and each time he’d have a disappointed look on his face. Though Beatrice doesn’t have it in her to really care much. 

Then, near the end of their shift like clockwork Mary would show up. And soon Shannon would follow and the two’s banter would start and yet there was endearment behind it. Ava, who really wanted to take on the role of cupid, was immediately stopped by Beatrice. 

“I could get them together.” She’d say. 

“I think they can handle this one.” Beatrice would say. “Mary seems to already have a plan in motion.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Next time she comes, just watch, it's in the eyes.” Beatrice would simply say. So that's exactly what Ava does, the next time Mary and Shannon started their banter she saw it. It was always there just not for everyone’s gaze, especially if you aren’t looking for it. But there it was, a glimmer in their eyes, like they were speaking an entirely different language. Something that no one else would understand, but it’d be enough for the two of them to follow along. 

“I can make it happen quicker.” Ava would say, a mischievous look on her face. 

“Ava.. no.” Beatrice would say, trying to stop her smile. 

“But Bea..” Ava would pout, but still she’d end up listening to Beatrice. 

There was that too, though the regulars had integrated Beatrice into their routines. So has Ava. Beatrice didn’t even realize how quickly they had grown close to one another. They now had inside jokes, laughing when a certain customer would walk in because as Ava had mentioned, they looked like three toddlers standing on one another with a trench coat on. Beatrice would find that by the end of her shift, her cheeks would be hurting from all the laughing and smiling. Her face warm and red, but if you ask her it's because of all the baking and not because of a certain beacon of light.  

-- 

Beatrice wasn’t behind her work, she’d have everything ready and submitted within the deadlines. Did she sleep? Barely but it wasn’t enough to alarm anyone. If they had asked her, Beatrice felt the most alive and energized lately. Though when she did get home, each time her head hit her pillow she’d quickly fall asleep which meant that whenever her mom called she wouldn’t be able to answer which was unlike her. And when she did reply it’d be just before Ava came by for their walk. But when Beatrice’s sister called for their weekly facetime catch up, only for the girl to be passed out asleep not answering. And once she woke up, she sent her sister a series of emojis. Which was also unlike her but something she had picked up from Ava. Her sister on the other hand, unaware of all these changes happening, saw it as a call for help. 

So When Beatrice’s sister, Riley, and her mother, Astrid knock on the youngest Mäkinen-Guo’s door and there’s no answer, they can only exchange worried looks. They knew Beatrice’s sleep schedule wasn’t the best but normally she’d be awake by 8 am the latest. Her mother tries not to panic, so thankfully her sister spots the bakery and suggests they wait there. Hoping that a cup of something warm, and something sweet would be enough to ease their nerves. 

Once inside, a short bubbly brunette greets them and offers them coffee and pastries. The girl doesn’t take long before she starts a conversation about anything and everything. Cracking jokes but then getting serious randomly because, as she explains, the art of making dough is an important enough topic for her. Eventually Beatrice’s sister, Riley says “You know, my sister would like you.” and the girl enthusiastically says, “Well is she single? is she cute? if she already has that accent then she pretty much has my heart already.” And Beatrice's mother, Astrid laughs, “She’s a bit shy, she might scare off easily” She says, but is open to the idea of introducing her daughter, she was afraid that her daughter was keeping herself locked indoors again. 

Astrid had sent Beatrice here, because she was worried that the girl was too dependent on them. Her daughter didn't like stepping out of her comfort zone. Which for some was alright, but Astrid wanted more for Beatrice. She knew that her daughter was meant for more in life. And whether Beatrice was aware or not, she could see that Beatrice wanted more, that Beatrice was looking for something. Her daughter's eyes, when not hidden behind books or her work, had such an intensity for a calling that she knew she wouldn’t find if she stayed put. So when an opportunity opened up, where Beatrice could move far enough that she’d have to step out of her bubble, yet close enough that Astrid could appear if needed, she encouraged her daughter to go. But now, with Beatrice not answering which wasn’t like her at all, Astrid can’t help but start to feel guilt creep up.

Thirty minutes pass by and Beatrice still hasn’t answered her phone, which isn’t like her at all. Her mother and sister suddenly grew worried. “This isn't like her..” Her mother says concerned, glancing every now and then outside the window to see if her daughter will appear. “Maybe she’s asleep?” Her sister says, “even more unlike her” As the two refresh their phones hoping a notification from Beatrice appears, they hear a familiar voice. 

“Ava, if you continue eating all the pastries there won’t be any left for our customers.” Beatrice says, walking out from the back, a fresh tray of croissants in her hands. 

“You know Bea, part of the reason I took over this bakery was solely because I wanted to eat all the pastries I wanted!!” Ava says jokingly, grabbing a fresh croissant from the tray and taking an expressive bite out of it. 

Beatrice sighs, but when she looks up she sees two familiar faces smiling widely at her. “Mom?” she says, registering her face, “Riley?” she says spotting her sister. “What are you guys doing here?” 

Ava who almost chokes on the croissant follows Beatrice’s line of sight, “Wait.. your mom and sister?” she whispers.

In that instant all of Astrid’s worries disappeares at the sight of her daughter. She looked the same and yet different, there was this radiant energy surrounding her. Something only the sun could offer, almost like a tan. “We wanted to surprise you, but you weren’t home.” Her mother says softly. 

“Buppy when I said you should start baking again I didn’t mean work as one..” Her sister, Riley, chimed up. 

Beatrice suddenly feels her face heat up, feeling Ava’s intense stare. “Buppy?” she asked, a teasing smile on her face. 

“That’s what I call her because when she was one she used to-“ Riley began but was quickly interrupted by Beatrice. “Please don’t.” 

“Wow, how did I not see it earlier?” Ava says, her head tilting slightly. 

Beatrice places the tray down, approaching her sister and mom and immediately giving them a hug. When the three of them are lined up side by side Ava’s jaw almost hits the floor. “Wow.” she says. Beatrice looks at her confused, “What?” 

“Nothing.. I mean.. you guys have really good genetics.” Ava says, which makes Astrid and Riley laugh. 

“Oh, right.” Beatrice speaks up, ignoring Ava’s implication. She walks over to Ava, “This is my.. Ava.” she says, she wasn’t sure yet if she could call her a friend. “Ava, this is my mother Astrid and my sister Riley.” Beatrice says. 

“Nice to meet you!!” Ava says excitingly. “Bea you should have them try the pastries you made!!” 

“Which one?” Beatrice asked. 

“Uhm.. ALL OF THEM?!” Ava practically yells but Beatrice is unphased by it, mindlessly nodding and agreeing like she always does. Astrid and Riley can’t help but smile, exchanging a look as they observe the two. Before anyone could even say anything, Ava is off and running to the back, eager to collect everything that Beatrice has made. 

All while Diego walks in, ignoring the two other women in the bakery as he runs up to Beatrice. “Bea look!!” He says, practically bouncing as he holds up a piece of paper. Beatrice looks at the paper in his hand and sees the number ‘100’ in big red ink. 

“Wow buddy! I told you you’d ace it!” She says, high fiving him. 

Astrid observes her daughter, and the guilt she felt earlier fades away. 

“No game today, you get anything you want for that 100!” Beatrice says, and Diego lights up even more. 

Riley, who stays quiet, slowly documents what she’s witnessing as she takes pictures of Beatrice and Diego looking over at the pastries. She hits record, as Beatrice picks up Diego to see what’s on the top rack. Just in time as Ava walks out with a tray full of other desserts that Beatrice had made, her face lights up at the sight of Diego. 

“Hey Buddy!! How was the test?” she asked, and again Diego lights up along with Beatrice as they both have the biggest smiles on their faces. Diego proudly holds up the paper with his grade on it which makes Ava stop for a quick dance celebration. 

--

Now seeing that Beatrice’s family had surprised her, Ava gives her the day off claiming that she’d hold down the fort. Beatrice on the other hand, refuses, stating that she made a commitment to Ava and the bakery and she’s going to keep it. So Beatrice hands over her apartment keys, ushering her sister and mother to go relax while she’s working. Astrid and Riley on the other hand, who are both in disbelief and enjoying this new Beatrice in front of them, accept the offer. Though, the two only drop off their stuff before quickly returning to the bakery. By the time they come back down Beatrice is nowhere to be seen, and Ava’s face lights up at their return. 

“So Buppy?” Ava asks teasingly, though whispering it so Beatrice doesn’t hear. 

Astrid laughs, taking note of the woman in front of her. 

“Ok so don’t tell her I told you but when she was younger she had this pet fish that she called Guppy.” Riley starts, fighting the urge to laugh as she recalls the memory. “And Bea and Guppy were like BEST FRIENDS.” 

“They did everything together.” Astrid chimes in, “She carried him around everywhere, she’d read to him, sing to him, play outside with him.. It was adorable.” 

“Stop!” Ava says, her eyes sparkling at the thought of little Bea. 

“She loved this fish so much that she started calling herself Buppy!” Riley starts to laugh. 

“She sat all of us down, Riley, her dad and I and even our dog pickles, and yes she named him!” Astrid says, also starting to laugh, “She told us she had a big announcement, she made a whole ordeal about it. And even waited for dramatic effect..” 

“And then?” Ava asks, leaning over the counter with her feet kicking behind her. 

“Just to tell us that she’s now going by Buppy!” Riley practically yells out between laughs. 

“Buppy and Guppy.. The perfect duo she said.” Astrid says, her eyes welling up with tears from joy. 

“That’s so cute!” Ava says, “How long did it last?” 

“It honestly lasted pretty long, one thing about Buppy is if she commits to something she really does.” Riley says. 

“She only stopped when Guppy died, poor thing.” Astrid says, “She wouldn’t stop crying for a week!” 

Just then Beatrice comes out from the back, her face surprised at the two who’ve returned. She looks over to her sister who has this smirk on her face and then over to her mom who just looks at her fondly with her hand on her chest. “You did not!” She says, immediately knowing what those expressions meant. 

“It’s okay Buppy, I asked!” Ava starts. 

“Oh god no.” Beatrice says, her face flushing red as she places her palm on her face. 

“I have so many questions!” Ava says, jumping up and down. 

“Ava I’ll quit.” Beatrice says but everyone knows she’s joking. 

“Ok so for starters.. Pickles?” Ava asks, causing Astrid and Riley to laugh with her as Beatrice tries to walk away. 

There Ava eagerly listens to the story of how once finally getting a puppy, Beatrice also had a love hate relationship with pickles. She liked them one day but then hated them the next, but when they had gotten a jar of pickles and she had picked one out and it had looked like a dog she was instantly smitten. So she carried the pickle around everywhere she went, but obviously because it was food it had molded and rotted and Astrid had to make the hard decision of throwing it out. Once Beatrice found out she cried and refused to eat, so to cheer her up her father got her a puppy. Beatrice, still being bitter, wouldn't bond with the puppy, just kept saying “You’re not pickles!” over and over again, until eventually the puppy grew on her. Eventually she went from “You’re not pickles!” to “Not pickles!” until it eventually became “Pickles!” 

All while Beatrice tended to the customers, greeting them like she always does and making small conversations with each one. Occasionally she’d look over to the three women, being caught by either Ava or her mom who just gives her a reassuring smile. 

“Thank you Ava.” Astrid says out loud. 

“For what?” Ava asks. 

Astrid looks over to her daughter, observing how easily she talks to strangers that come and go into the bakery. “For helping my Bea.” 

“Yea, thanks Ava.” Riley adds, “She tends to be shy around new people but here she seems to fit in quite perfectly.” 

Ava smiles, “Honestly, I should be thanking her! She’s helped me so much since she showed up.”  

“Your mom must be so proud of the woman that you are.” Astrid says. 

“Actually, she isn’t in the picture.” Ava tries really hard not to sound bitter but she can’t help it. 

“I’m sorry.” Astrid apologizes, reaching a hand out to hold Ava’s. “That’s her lost.” Ava smiles, glancing over to Beatrice. 

Michael had shown up, and despite Beatrice trying really hard to maintain some form of politeness everything she was saying was coming off a bit passive aggressive. “Anything else?” Beatrice asks, in her head it was polite but to Michael it wasn’t. 

“Uhm is Ava around?” He asked, surprisingly he didn’t notice her sitting in the corner. 

“Yea, she’s talking to my mom over there.” Beatrice says without much thought as she gestures towards the corner where Ava sat. As Michael follows the direction Beatrice points out, he witnesses Ava and what appeared to be an older version of Beatrice hugging. He nods, thanking Beatrice before deciding to just leave. 

Beatrice on the other hand, is interrupted by her sister who appears out of nowhere. “I like Ava.” She says, “She’s cute.” 

“She is.” Beatrice answers mindlessly. 

“You think she’s cute?” Riley asks, raising her brow. 

“What? I meant I like her too.” Beatrice says a bit defensively. 

“Like as in more than a friend?” Riley teases. 

Beatrice rolls her eyes, “I see what you’re doing.” 

“All I’m saying is, I approve.” Riley watches her sister intently, she’s looking for any sign, small or not, that could tell her what Beatrice’s soul knows before her brain catches up. She smiles to herself as she notices Beatrice sneak a glance towards Ava. 

“Ava’s nice, like really nice. She lights up any room she walks into.” Beatrice says, “Things feel lighter when she’s around.” She admits. 

Riley takes a moment to take in what her sister just admitted, understanding the struggles that Beatrice has had internally, she’s proud at the difference she’s made in such a short time. “Just promise me Buppy, that you’ll go after what you want when you realize what that is.” Beatrice doesn’t think much of what her sister says, only nodding to cut the conversation short. She doesn't hear her sister say "When you realize who that is.." under her breath.

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Since Beatrice’s family was in town, by day two they wanted a tour of the place. Despite the fact that the girl wasn’t prepared for their surprise arrival, she wasn’t familiar enough with the area to give them the tour they wanted. Beatrice felt bad, knowing that the most she could offer to show was the path she would take on her walks, only recently expanding to a different trail because of Ava. As well as a tour of the bakery she’s temporarily working at, though she knew her sister wouldn’t be too happy to only learn where the Silva’s keep the baking powder and flour. All of that combined would barely scratch 30 mins, and that's if she takes her time.

“We can ask Ava.” Her sister asked, pulling her phone out. 

“What? No! She’s too busy.” Beatrice would argue. 

“Well she just said yes?” Riley says shrugging. 

“Wh- when did you ask?” Beatrice asks, looking at her sister who’s texting on her phone. 

“Just now, we exchanged numbers.” Riley says, ignoring her sister’s expression. 

“Why? What? Mom!” Beatrice calls out, for a moment Astrid is brought back to when her daughters were much younger and always bickering. 

“What? I also asked for Ava’s number.” Astrid says, sipping her tea on her daughter’s couch. 

“Why!?” Beatrice groans. 

“Well for starters, you weren’t answering.” Astrid glares at her daughter, “It helps ease my mind knowing I can just call someone who can easily and quickly check up on you.” 

Beatrice knows when she’s been defeated, she knows when her mother and sister are on the same side of an argument, then she’ll never win. So she stays quiet, and quickly gets dressed hoping that Ava doesn’t feel inconvenienced. 

- 

They wait until Ava’s shift at the bakery is done, though wenty minutes before the three of them walk into the bakery. 

“Thank god!” Mary says outloud, “Beatrice, you need to get Ava away from me, please!” Beatrice looks over towards Mary's usual spot, and there she sees Ava sitting a little too close to the girl, with a mischievous look on her face. It doesn’t take long for Beatrice to figure out what the girl is doing, “Ava.” she says with a hint of a warning. Ava just pouts, “But..” she says. 

“What did I say?” Beatrice asks, and Ava slumps, looking down. “Fine.” the girl says through gritted teeth, “This won’t be the last time!” Ava adds pointing a finger towards Mary, who finally looks more relaxed as the girl moves away from her. Ava makes her way towards Beatrice, tugging on her arm and pouting, “I was so close to cracking her Bea!!” The girl says, “She was so close to confessing!” Beatrice shakes her head, the two don’t notice the smile that’s formed on Astrid and Riley’s face who are all too pleased with the interaction. The version that Beatrice was, especially around Ava, was exactly what Astrid would hope to find a year from now. She would have never guessed that her daughter would get to that point so soon. Her daughter who was all so ever polite, who would keep to herself and whose friends mostly consisted of her sister and mother. Astrid's heart aches at the thought of Beatrice navigating a life alone, but quickly she replaces that ache with a sense of overwhelming light as she observes her daughter’s new found home. She knows her daughter hasn’t realized it yet, but she takes note of the moment and hopes that this coming holiday Beatrice doesn’t come home alone. 

While Astrid and Riley order coffees and pastries, Ava yells from where she’s standing beside Beatrice, “Don’t let them pay Shan! They’re family!” She says without much thought. Shannon doesn’t argue, she smiles as she hands them their orders. “Damn Beatrice, great genes.” Shannon says. 

“I could say the same about the Silva genetics, right Bea?” Riley says back. 

Beatrice hums, ignoring what her sister is saying. As the two continue to talk, Beatrice notices Mary’s face as she observes the two women by the counter talking. Riley is leaning on the counter, laughing at whatever Shannon’s saying. Shannon on the other hand is showing her something on her phone, and occasionally Astrid would chime in. Beatrice doesn’t know exactly what the expression means but she sees it often on Michael’s face lately. As she continues to observe, Ava who isn’t paying attention but is busy looking up the list on her phone of where to bring Beatrice and her family. Beatrice gently and subtly nudges the girl, who looks up at her with an eyebrow raised. Beatrice subtly tilts her head towards Mary. When Ava sees the expression on Mary’s face, she grins and is about to approach the girl but is immediately pulled back towards Beatrice. 

“Trust me.” Beatrice says, a smile on her face. Ava doesn’t question it, instead she looks towards Riley and Shannon, “She’s single!” Ava says outloud, Shannon doesn’t even look phased, shrugging instead. She whispers something towards Riley, who smiles at her and glances towards the girl sitting in the corner, who by now looks away and sulks. If Beatrice wasn’t subtlety but actively plotting, she would have reassured Mary out loud (without being obvious of course) that her sister was in a long term relationship, Greta, who she’s been with since high school and someone that Beatrice and her family absolutely adores. 

After Riley and Shannon loudly exchange social media handles, the four of them get ready to leave. Ava doesn’t say anything as she subconsciously wraps her arms around Beatrice’s who also doesn’t say anything. Astrid and Riley, who watch them link arms don’t say anything either, instead Riley takes a photo without either of them noticing. She’s been doing that a lot, something she’s used to doing. If you see her camera roll it’s mostly candid photos of Beatrice doing whatever it is she’s doing. But since she’s been here most of the candid shots she has of Beatrice have always been beside a certain beacon of light. As they step out of the bakery they’re immediately greeted by a tall familiar blonde. 

“Ava..” Michael says, he glances towards where Ava’s arm is wrapped and notices the people she's with. 

“Oh hey dude!” Ava says, her smile beaming, “What’s up?” Beatrice doesn't even acknowledge him, pretending to search for something on her phone. 

“You’re leaving early?” He asks, and Ava nods. “Gonna show Bea’s mom and sister around!” Ava says, by this point Beatrice looks up, her face neutral as she glances at Michael. Ava doesn’t notice the hint of sadness on his face, Beatrice on the other hand is familiar with it, it was the same look on Mary’s face earlier. 

“Oh, okay.” He says, “Have fun!” He offers them a timid smile before walking past the bakery. Beatrice doesn’t bother questioning why he doesn’t grab his usual. But now that she thinks about it, he doesn’t have a usual, he typically allows Ava to pick whatever it is he should try each day. Yet when Beatrice is the one behind the counter, he sticks to an iced americano. 

-

Ava shows them around, Areala was a quaint town with a population of just 15,000. Its citizens consist of people passing through, and a few locals who come and go. Ava explains how most of the people are ones who come back during the summer. “They leave during the off seasons and come back during the summer.” She explains, “They’ll all be returning soon and that's when I recommend you come back! The place is lit up and filled with so many exciting things and festivals!” Ava says excitedly, “We often host a booth at the festival too so it's something to look forward to each year!” 

“We’ll be sure to come back then.” Astrid says smiling at the girl who reminds her of a puppy. “With dad too!” Riley adds. 

“Oh yes! I’d love to meet him!!” Ava says. 

“Yes, he’s already excited to meet you.” Astrid says, “We’ve already told him so much about you.” she adds. 

“Especially Beatrice.” Riley chimes in. 

Ava doesn’t question it, she smiles wide and bright at the girl who just shrugs at her but doesn't bother trying to hide her smile. 

The tour around Areala was very Ava , no one dared to stop how the tour eventually turned into an excuse for Ava to eat all her favourite things from all her favourite places. 

“Oh this is where you can get the best pizza!!” She’d say pointing towards a bar called Hans. 

“The best place for chocolates!” or “The best place for bubble tea!” and even “The best place for sandwiches!!” 

Beatrice doesn’t even hold her back, she lets Ava drag them from store to store. And neither of them are surprised when they notice that she’s on a first name basis with most of the workers. Astrid and Riley don’t say anything either when Ava takes a bite out of whatever it is that she’s bought, a wide smile on her face and instantly getting full so she gives Beatrice a look, and the girl would just sigh before taking the food from her and eating it. Eventually, Beatrice gets too full and just starts to wrap the food for later, storing them in her bag that's suddenly a little too heavy for her liking but she doesn’t complain. While the two had their routine, Astrid and Riley would constantly exchange glances, offering each other a raised brow with a smile. Later that night when Riley would look over the photos, she’d snicker taking note of the story unfolding between two certain individuals. 

“Here is my favourite book store.” Ava says, dragging them into the store. 

“That’s because this is the only book store here Ava.” The girl behind the counter says, Beatrice instantly recognizes her. “Hey Beatrice!” Zori says, happy to see the girl. 

Zori was a regular at the cafe, she’d often come by before opening the bookstore, her usual consisting of an iced mocha and a ‘surprise’ pastry since she doesn’t like making decisions. 

“Hi Zori, I would like you to meet my mother Astrid, and my sister Riley.” She says gesturing towards the two beside her. Zori extends her hand and shakes both women’s hands. “It's a pleasure.” She says. 

“Oh god.” Riley says, which makes Zori and Ava look at her. 

“Are you okay?” Ava asks. 

“Yes, sorry, it’s just we’ve entered Beatrice’s kryptonite.” She says, “We’ll be here for hours.” 

“Is that true?” Zori asks, “I’m surprised you haven’t been here yet then.” 

“I.. haven’t actually done much exploring around here.” she admits. 

“Which is insane! Considering you’ve been here for almost two months now!” Riley says. 

Ava gives Beatrice a reassuring smile, “Partially my fault, I never gave Bea a proper tour but that changes today!” Ava says. 

“Beatrice, I do this thing with friends where they can pick out a book, any book, on the house.” Zori says. 

Beatrice is caught off guard, not because of the free book but at the fact that Zori already considers her a friend. “Are you sure?” she asks, Zori nods. “I do warn you that I will be judging what you pick.” She adds, smiling and looking at Ava, “So long as you don’t pick a picture book like Ava over here.” she adds. 

“Hey!! It was a book on figure drawing!!” The girl defends herself. 

Beatrice thinks for a moment, ignoring the banter that starts between Ava and Zori. She scans the room quickly glancing at all the books, not sure of what to get. If she were alone she would simply take her time and look through each aisle. Since she's with Ava, her sister and mom she doesn’t want to make them wait. Her sister was right, when it comes to books she tends to lose track of time, whether that be reading, searching for a new book, or talking about the books she loves. Then it dawns on the girl. 

“What’s your favourite?” She asks Zori, who is taken aback. 

“You know, you’re the first to ask.” She says, a smile forming. 

“I’m open to anything really, but since you’re surrounded by books all day, I feel you’d know better than anyone.” Beatrice says, “No offence.” She adds as she looks at Ava, who pretends to scowl as she crosses her arms. 

“In that case..” Zori says, she thinks for a moment, “To Love in Silence by Alora Laine.”

Zori moves from behind the counter, immediately knowing where the book is. She pulls it out gently and reveals a beautiful cover. “Ironically enough, you have the same name as the author, you kind of resemble her too a bit.” She says, opening the back of the page to show the author’s face. 

“Holy shit!” Ava beams, looking at the picture then at Beatrice. 

“That’s scary..” Riley says, “Something we should know about mom?” she asks looking over at Astrid who just shrugs but smiles. 

“If I remember correctly, this book was published about 30 years ago? It’s beautifully written and I won’t spoil it but it had me in tears, in a good way.” Zori says, handing the book to Beatrice. 

Beatrice opens the book and notices something, “It’s signed.” 

“My dad told me that the author came by once for her book tour with her family and they got to talking and she signed a few copies. He doesn’t put all of them out, a few he saved so he could sell them throughout the years. This, I believe, is the last one we have that’s signed.” 

Beatrice feels bad to take something so precious, “Are you sure?” she asks. 

Zori nods, “Honestly, I’m glad that of all people it’s going home with you.” She reassures the girl. 

Beatrice smiles, skimming through the pages, she halts at the dedication page and reads. To... the one I love with all my heart. Whoever the book was dedicated to, somehow there was a printing error and the name seems to have been half printed and half smudged. 

“Huh..” Ava says, looking at the page with Beatrice, “Wonder who your doppelganger dedicated the book to.” Beatrice just shrugs, “Maybe her wife?” 

“How do we know she’s gay?” Ava asks, wriggling her brows teasingly. 

“Considering she looks like me, she definitely is.” Beatrice says without a thought which makes Ava burst out laughing. She doesn’t realize it, but that confirmation gives Ava butterflies.

They pass by an arts and craft store, Beatrice instantly recognizes who’s inside, Chanel. Who’s usual order consists of a cortado paired with a pain au chocolat. She expects them to walk inside, but Ava just stands outside waving at the girl before walking by. Beatrice notices a slight pained expression on Ava’s face, but she chooses not to say anything. 

Areala isn’t that big of a town, after a few hours of walking around they’ve pretty much seen it all. Aside from the endless trees and grassy hills they could sit on. Ava looks through her lists once more, she smiles to herself when she reads the final destination on the list. 

“Okay now we’re off to my favourite place!” Ava says. 

“I thought the others were your favourite?” Beatrice asks. 

Ava shakes her head, placing her hand on Beatrice’s shoulder. “Bea, this one is extra special in my heart.” There’s this sense of fondness on her face, and Beatrice can feel it, the warmth that Ava’s emitting just by thinking of this place. 

Ava leads them through a long road, surrounded by lots of trees and open spaces. As they walk closer they notice a park off on the side, and a parking lot with a few cars parked in front. In the middle stood a big building with vines growing along its brick walls, one that kind of reminds Beatrice of the school from Matilda. In the centre, just above the gate entrance was a sign, Areala Orphanage . As soon as they stepped foot onto the property Suzanne walked out offering them a warm welcome. They all smile as they see heads start to pop up to peak through the windows. 

“Welcome to the orphanage.” Suzanne says, extending her arms to hug Ava. 

As soon as they walk in the kids scatter, running away, far enough from them but still close enough to see what’s happening. The kids whisper to each other, wondering why they had visitors and if these visitors were going to adopt any of them. 

“Ava’s with them so they must be here to play!” One boy says. 

As soon as Ava’s done talking to Suzanne, the older woman, as if knowing exactly what’s about to happen, steps aside. This leaves Ava right at the centre of the hall, and without saying a word Ava extends her arms out.  

Beatrice is about to question the girl but before she could step towards Ava, Suzanne looks at her and simply shakes her head. She gestures for the three of them to step back a bit and they do so. After a few seconds, the kids let out a unified yell before bolting towards Ava. And soon the kids are climbing onto the girl. Beatrice immediately recognizes Diego who’s running towards Ava but at the last second, changes his path and jumps onto her instead. 

“Diego!” Suzanne calls out, but Beatrice bursts out laughing. 

“Hey bud!” Beatrice says. 

“I am so sorry.” Suzanne says, looking over at Beatrice and her family. Astrid and Riley just laugh, observing as Ava has about ten kids hanging off of her. 

“That’s alright, Diego here is a friend of mine. Isn’t that right?” Beatrice says hugging the kid tightly. 

“Sue! She’s the one I’ve been telling you about!” Diego says, “She’s really nice but she’s really bad at games.” They all laugh. 

The tour consisted of Suzanne showing them around the orphanage. Though Ava wasn’t part of it, instead she took the kids outside to play a game of hide and seek tag. 

“Before she worked at the bakery she was always here playing with the kids.” Suzanne would say, “I never had the heart to tell her to go home so I just allowed it. One time we had a couple come by looking to adopt and they saw Ava, she was probably 12 at the time. They loved her bubbly attitude so they inquired about adopting her!” Suzanne would say, laughing as she reminisced. “I of course didn’t know they were asking about Ava, so when they went out to talk to the child they had their eyes on, imagine how surprised I was to see them talking to Ava.” 

Astrid laughs, “I too would have wanted to adopt her.” 

“Right? Well Ava being the angel that she is, convinced the couple to adopt these siblings so they won’t be separated.” Suzanne adds. 

By the time they reach the end of the tour, the four of them walk outside and see the kids along with Ava all jumping on the trampoline. No one dares to comment how Ava has the biggest smile out of all of them. As Beatrice observes the girl, she watches as Ava bounces up and down, the girl’s smile getting wider and wider the higher she jumps. Beatrice doesn’t think much of it, she doesn’t realize how suddenly Ava’s moving in slow motion. She also doesn’t realize or hear what the three women beside her are saying. Instead all her senses have zeroed in on Ava’s laugh, and the moment Ava’s eyes lock with hers and she gestures for Beatrice to come closer. That’s when Beatrice feels it, a gentle but subtle tug . And for a moment she was close, close enough to connect what it all meant but when she looks down and sees Diego dragging her towards the trampoline she completely forgets what just happened. 

-

Beatrice’s sister and mom only stayed a total of five days. They had intended on staying for a couple of weeks but seeing that they felt like they were disrupting Beatrice’s routine, they told the girl that they had to get back for work purposes. Astrid felt relieved knowing that she was leaving her daughter behind with someone who truly cares for her. Riley on the other hand was eager for Beatrice to explore this new found home she’s discovered. 

“Call me when it happens.” Riley would say to her before leaving. 

“When what happens?” Beatrice would ask, “Did you do something that I should know about?” 

Riley would just laugh, shaking her head she tells her sister, “You’ll know when it does, you know where to find me when you realize.” Beatrice doesn’t think much of it, or rather she can’t pinpoint exactly what Riley is hinting towards so she chooses to ignore it. 

Soon Beatrice was back to the routine she’s developed with Ava and the bakery. She notices how Ava’s light seems to have dimmed a bit, but Ava still gives her that big smile so she doesn’t ask. But Beatrice still takes note of how Ava’s eyes seem to look a bit sadder than usual. A part of her convinces herself that maybe Ava will just miss her mom and sister. Instead she takes it upon herself to try and mimic that same warm light that Ava seems to provide. Though the only way Beatrice seems to know what to do is through acts of service. So when Ava shows up one morning, texting Beatrice that she unfortunately can’t accompany her on their usual morning walks. She doesn’t question the girl, and when Ava admits she doesn't know what to bake that day, Beatrice takes it upon herself to pick out the menu. They make the usual based on what their regulars like. But when it comes to picking a special for the day, Beatrice looks through Silva's laminated recipes, hoping that something would stand out. She doesn’t find anything particular that is calling to her, but when she places the recipes back she notices something wedged at the back of the shelf. After tugging a few times she finds a laminated recipe, seeing how much dust is covered onto it she takes note of how this is probably a forgotten recipe. For a moment she wants to ask Ava if it's okay, but then she remembers how these are all her family’s recipes so there shouldn’t be a reason for it to not be. And Ava seems to have something on her mind so Beatrice takes it upon herself to decide. 

Taking note of how long the pastry takes to make, Beatrice decides to make macarons for the day and to prepare everything the night before for the new pastry recipe she found. That way by morning she has everything ready for customers. 

So the next day as Ava’s at the front, dealing with their regulars Beatrice finally finishes a batch of canelés. And as she brings the fresh pastries out, gently displaying them for their customers. An older regular talking to Ava gasps in surprise when she glances towards Beatrice. 

“You brought them back?!” she asks excitingly. 

Ava looks at her confused but then turns to Beatrice, she looks at the pastry in front of the girl. “Oh..” Ava says, for a second there’s a hint of sadness, more visible than usual but Ava is quick to shake it. “I guess we did.” Ava says, smiling at the customer. 

Immediately the customer asks for a box of four before leaving. Not even ten minutes pass before more people come rushing in. All regulars, though most are less frequent than the others.

“We heard Addie’s canelés are back?!” One of them would say outloud. At the mere mention of the name Ava flinches and her expression goes dark. 

The line never falters and within twenty minutes the canelés that Beatrice makes are sold out. She doesn’t know exactly why but Beatrice can’t help shake the feeling that she’s done something terribly wrong. But before Beatrice could ask, Shannon shows up earlier than usual and suddenly Ava is packing her stuff and is ready to leave. 

“I’m heading out early today Bea, you can leave too if you want.” She says, before rushing out the door. Beatrice tries not to acknowledge the fact that Ava barely looked at her. 

As Ava walks out, Lilith comes in, without a word being exchanged Beatrice prepares her order. “You look like you’ve been kicked.” Lilith merely mentions. 

“What?” Beatrice asks. 

“You look like a kicked puppy. Is it because Ava isn’t around?” Lilith asks, almost teasingly. 

Beatrice has always been laid back, she’s always ignored how when Lilith talks it comes off the wrong way. This was all because Ava convinced her that the other English girl just hides behind her intimidating demeanor but is actually a softie. So whenever Lilith makes her remarks towards Beatrice, which was rare, Beatrice would shrug it off. But something about today specifically flips a switch in her brain. Maybe it’s the fact that the beacon of light that typically makes everything Lilith says tolerable and less snarky, isn’t around at the moment. Or maybe it's because Beatrice is at an advantage for once because she knows the regular’s orders. So just before she hands the girl her order she pauses. Looking at the other English girl she removes the iced oat latte and places the cinnamon buns back onto the display rack. 

“I’m aware you’re not fond of sweets. So here, an iced americano with half a pump of vanilla and an eccles cake.” Beatrice says sliding the order towards the girl. 

“Beatrice..” Lilith starts, she lets out an exasperated sigh. “Give me my usual.” 

“This is your usual.” Beatrice argues. 

“This is half of my usual.” Lilith argues back. 

Beatrice only crosses her arms in retaliation, sliding the order closer to the girl. At this point Shannon walks out from the back. “Shannon, please tell your new hire to give me my order.” Lilith argues. Shannon looks over to Beatrice then at Lilith before shrugging. “Remember when you called me a wanker?” 

Lilith scoffs, “That was a year ago?!” 

“And I’ll never forget.” Shannon says as she makes her way back to the back. 

“Beatrice.” Lilith gives the girl a glare, “I’ll tell Ava about this.” 

“Go ahead, she’s been waiting for the perfect time to hound you about your order..” Beatrice says, it takes a moment before Lilith understands what Beatrice is hinting at. The tall girl doesn’t budge though, she stands there arms crossed while her foot taps aggressively. 

“Hey Lil, what’s taking so long?” Camila interrupts walking into the cafe. 

“Hello Camila, how are you?” Beatrice asks with a playful grin which results with a glare from Lilith. 

“I’m good, Beatrice! How about you?” Camila practically sings as she skips towards the counter. 

“Oh you know, just bonding with Lilith over here.” Beatrice then hands the iced oat latte to Camila along with her cinnamon bun. Camila out of habit pulls out her wallet to pay but is suddenly interrupted by Lilith who aggressively hands Beatrice some money. 

“Where’s Ava?” Camila asks, not even flinching at Lilith’s movement. 

“She left early.” Beatrice says. 

“That’s a first.” Lilith says. 

“Is she alright?” Camila asks. 

Beatrice shrugs, come to think of it she’s only ever seen Ava at the bakery or on their walks. The most she’s seen of Ava outside of the two was when she was touring her and her family around Areala. 

“Well then good luck.” Lilith says, grabbing her order and walking out the door. But before the tall girl could walk out Beatrice makes sure to yell out to her. “It’s so nice to finally see you both coming here together, you should do it more often!” Instantly Lilith freezes as if she’s been caught red handed. Camila on the other hand offers the girl a wide smile, “Didn’t think you guys noticed that we get the same thing.” There’s a hidden spark behind Camila’s expression, as if she’s both hiding and yet confessing something. And for Beatrice that was enough confirmation that she’s cracked who Camila has feelings for. 

Later that day when Beatrice gets home, she fights everything in her not to text Ava about Lilith and Camila. And as she tries to go to bed, she can feel it creeping up, like she’s done something terribly wrong and that the light has dimmed a bit more. But she forces herself to sleep at the thought that once she wakes up, she’ll be with Ava again. 

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Ava has always been close to her dad, Matteo Silva. So close that she could talk to him about anything and everything. At least so long as the topic doesn’t get too close to anything connecting to her mother. Even when her mother was around, Ava was and always will be a daddy’s girl. So, when all of a sudden as she prepares at the earliest morning for the bakery and sees this mysterious pretty girl walking by she’s eager to tell her dad. 

“She literally looks like a goddess!” She’d say between bites of her very late dinner but super early breakfast. Since working at the bakery Ava’s never had a proper set meal time. Yet despite the fact that she leaves her house at around 1:40 in the morning, Matteo always ensures he’s there to have ‘breakfast’ with his daughter. 

“Maybe she’s a ghost…” Matteo would tease. Mr. Silva has been the head of the Silva’s bakery since it was passed down to him, the same as it was when his father was in charge, and even so when it was his grandfather running the bakery. The only difference was that unlike his father, and the previous men in his bloodline, he was never given a first born son. That didn’t bother him at all, the moment he held Ava in his arms he knew that he would wreak havoc in both heaven and hell so long as his baby was safe. 

It was a routine they had established even way before Ava started working for her dad. Throughout her childhood she would remember spending time at the bakery. Though it was less baking and more so playing between the tables, in the back playing pretend with JC and even acting older than she was just so she could hangout with Shannon and her friends. It wasn’t until she actually started developing an interest in baking that she asked her dad to teach her. Matteo Silva was a god when it came to making pastries, he was passionate about everything he did and running Silva’s was what he thrived in. Though the bakery itself used to be brighter, it used to have walls covered in artworks that were up for sale. The regulars also would linger and stay for hours as if they were dining in a restaurant. It felt more like a community, one big family that even if they open at the earliest of hours the walls would be surrounded by laughter. But it all changed when Ava’s mother, Addie, left them. Suddenly the walls were stripped down of any artwork, customers no longer lingered, and Matteo, who was the loudest and brightest one there, had completely lost the light in his eyes. He wasn’t a bad father, no, he was still there when Ava needed him but there was always a limit. A hidden line that Ava knew to never cross and that was anything that had to do with her mother. She wasn’t allowed to say out loud that she missed her mom, she also wasn’t allowed to draw anymore, her dream of becoming an artist just like her mom had been long abandoned. 

As the years went on, Ava was convinced she was happy living the life her father had established for them. She never questioned her future when Matteo would boast about Ava taking over the bakery one day. For her it made sense, whatever it takes to make her dad happy. That would have been fine but something inside her had started to crumble. She felt it way before Jc left, felt it before Beatrice even showed up. That passion she once had making pastries and building a community with her regulars had somehow diminished. She felt like she was just functioning like a robot, doing things because it was expected of her. But then Beatrice appeared, like an angel, not only did she help Ava when she was in need but she awoke something inside the girl. The passion Ava thought had disappeared had reappeared, the only downside was that it wasn’t her passion to make pastries but to create. So suddenly Beatrice’s presence was enough for Ava to find her creative outlet. At first she got away with just making pastries look cuter, testing new recipes, and even changing the menu without her dad’s knowledge. But then it seeped through when she wasn’t aware. The art shop she’s been avoiding since her mother left, the store that was close to her heart because that's where most of her memories with her mother were. Suddenly Ava was inside, looking through the supplies. 

“Ava?” Chanel would call out to her when she noticed the girl inside. 

“Oh, uhm haha hi!” She’d say back, she looked like a deer caught in the headlights. 

“I won’t say a word.” Chanel would reassure her before walking away to let Ava do her thing. 

She wasn’t banned from the store or anything like that, but she might as well act as if she were. In Ava’s mind it was scandalous for her to step foot into Starry Night. The place where her mother used to work, where every bit of her mother was left behind. What had happened between her parents weren’t a secret, everyone in town had felt it in one way or another. When Ava’s mother abandoned her and her dad, she despised the woman. Less because she was left behind but more so because she was witness to how her father had been broken. Ava was just like her dad, she was the female version of him and she loved that. So when his light had disappeared, she made hers extra bright for him to feel it, to remember it. It took a while and it never completely came back but it's there. It's faint but still warm. Because of the pain her father was left with, she treaded carefully, avoiding anything that could trigger him. He doesn’t talk about her but she can see the pain behind his eyes. How his smile doesn’t reach his ears anymore. How their world, their home, had been stripped of colour. 

But something inside Ava had been awoken, something she tried to avoid. It felt like a calling, like her purpose and that was to create. Her hands wanted to move but they didn't want to knead dough, they wanted to move in strokes. To feel the way paint glides along a canvas. So one night, after spending most of her time around Beatrice, she felt it. This tug to create, and that’s what she does. But she does so in secret, in the confines of her room, hidden in her closet where a box covered in dust labeled ‘Keep out - Ava’ carried her old supplies. It had been years but she couldn’t shake the feeling like she’s supposed to. So she pulls out an old sketchbook and a pencil and she draws. At first she draws a set of eyes that are familiar but she can't exactly pinpoint. Then she draws hands, specifically ones that are kneading dough. Then a smile, a strand of hair, and suddenly the pieces had combined and she had drawn Beatrice baking. And without even realizing it Ava lets out a breath she’s been holding. She thought she’d get over it after a few drawings but it did the opposite, it barely touched the surface. And before she knew it, she was drawing when she could and she had lost track of time, so much time that she couldn’t make it in time for her walk with Beatrice. 

She wanted to share what she was doing with Beatrice, wanted to show her the drawings she’s been making even if it means admitting that lately all she’s really drawing is the girl herself. Ava wanted to ask Beatrice what her favourite colour was so she could incorporate it into her work. But every time she felt like she was ready to say something, to say anything, something would remind her of her mother. And then it would hit her, it would all start to feel wrong, to feel like a sin. Like she was betraying her father by doing so, so Ava kept quiet. Kept her drawings a secret, and her sketchbook hidden. But one particular night, just before heading to the bakery and spending time with Beatrice again, she had asked the universe for a sign. 

“Give me something, give me a clear sign that I should pursue this.” Ava would say out into the universe. 

And then she came, the owner of Starry Night. She was an older regular at Silva’s, specifically Chanel’s grandmother, Ethel, but she would rarely show up, she was retired and spent most of her time with family from across the world. Ava loved her, she loved hearing her stories but what she doesn’t love so much is whenever she’d go off on a tangent of how Silva’s used to feel more like home. How it used to have more to offer and how they have forgotten their roots. 

“Your mother would have--” Ethel would start and instantly Ava wouldn’t be able to hear anything else. “--you should bring back some pastries that we haven’t seen in years. Tell that father of yours that--” Ava tried to tune into the conversation, she really did, but her brain can’t function whenever her mother is mentioned. Is this the sign? She’d think to herself. 

“You brought them back?!” Ethel says excitingly which breaks Ava out of her trance. Ava looks over to where the older woman is looking and she sees Beatrice placing pastries in the display. And then she sees it, sees the Canelés and her heart drops. “Oh..” She says, and there it is, that ache she thought she ran far from. “I guess we did.” She says, forcing a smile. 

The Canelés weren’t the problem, for the regulars at Silva’s they were the top selling pastry that was suddenly ripped away from the menu. They were something that at first they begged to have returned, but eventually after no changes would just say it in whispers. “They used to have the best Canelés..” Customers would say as they come and go. It wasn’t just the Canelés, it was the person behind who inspired it. 

“We heard Addie’s canelés are back?!” A former regular would say excitedly, and as if on cue a herd of people would rush in to buy the store out. Ava sighs, she knows what's coming and she knows it's long overdue but she doesn't want to face it. So instead she texts Shannon, asking her to come in early because she has to leave as soon as she gets there. 

Immediately Ava is thinking of what to say, what to argue and how to ensure that Beatrice doesn’t find herself at the centre of something that she doesn’t even know is a problem. So when Ava leaves early, and she notices a hint of sadness in Beatrice’s expression all she could think about was how she could erase it all, how all she ever wants to see is the smile on Beatrice’s face. The smile that she’s gotten used to drawing and trying to mimic. 

Ava runs, Ava runs as fast as she can hoping that she’d get home before the news spreads. The town was small, but it was quick with spreading information or gossip. It doesn’t help that they have an online forum for the community, a forum that her father is practically checking every hour of the day. Her father was organized, meticulous, the one trait Ava didn’t really get from him. He had a routine, a schedule he follows. Every day the same pastries, the same options, it's simple and straight to the point and there's no change. It wasn't always like that, there used to be spontaneity at the Silva bakery, where Matteo would create new pastries and recipes for his customers to try. But before the customers there was Addie, Matteo’s first and only love. His greatest love, the one who tried all the recipes, who picked and chose what to put on the menu despite Matteo’s disapproval. The one person Matteo couldn’t say no to way before Ava was born. Addie, who’s favourite of all were the Canelés so much that customers no longer called it that, instead it was an inside joke only locals would know. 

“Addie’s Canelés.” They’d say, because if they come too late and there was only one left there was no argument on who was getting it. 

Addie’s canelés, the constant thing she’d be eating even as she paints at the front of the bakery. The constant craving when she was pregnant with Ava. And eventually, Ava’s favourite treat, that even if there were only one left behind, Addie would take it and ensure Ava had the first and last bite. But when Addie left, the town faced a storm that wouldn’t stop. A month of constant darkness and unstoppable rain. So Matteo did what he had to because he was now a single father who had a business to run. So Matteo stripped the bakery of anything that reminded him of his wife who ran. And the Canelés that the locals loved so much? He ensured that he never bakes them ever again. And Ava, the ever so observant and full of light Ava, she never once asked for it because she knew that by doing so would break her dad’s heart. So even if it was her favourite thing to eat, just like her mother, she chose to give it up.

When she finally gets home she composes herself before walking inside. But just before she could open the door her dad stepped out. His face stern and Ava knows news got back to him. 

“Ava.” He’d say as he limps towards her. 

Matteo Silva was a hardworking man, but when he slipped and fell and endured a fractured femur that limited his mobility, he was forced into taking a long break from the bakery. He wasn’t too upset at first, he knew that Ava would step up and he was eager to see how the girl would manage his bakery. “It will be yours eventually, so take this as a test run.” He told her when he was given the news that he’d have to be on bed rest for a few months. The only thing he wished Ava would do, was tell him more about what’s going on, but the girl would always brush aside the conversation especially when Matteo asks what she’s been making. He doesn’t run the bakery’s social media accounts but he can see the comments and who’s interacting with their content. He knows Ava’s been changing the menu, has been switching things up but he doesn’t mind. All the comments were positive and no one seems to be complaining so he allows it. Even when Ava comes talking to him about hiring a temporary worker because Jc was leaving, he took it into consideration. He was hesitant to hire a non Silva, at least Jc was like family. But then Ava brought home a pastry and when he discovered that this Beatrice girl was behind it, he knew it’d be stupid not to take the opportunity so he agreed. And he’d see online how the regulars loved this Beatrice, how they would tag and post her and compliment her pastries. And of course there was this one specific photo, one of both Ava and Beatrice standing side by side and he’d see it, how his daughter looks at the girl with so much light, so much adoration that it borderlines love. At first he didn’t mind, he knew it was going to happen eventually he just thought that maybe it’d be towards Jc. But then he catches wind of a certain pastry he’s forgotten, a pastry that he can no longer make because they just don’t turn out great anymore. And suddenly he sees red, and flashes of a future where his daughter gets hurt the same way he did. 

“What are you doing out of bed?!” Ava asks concerned running up to her father to help balance him. 

“What is this I'm hearing about Canelés?” He asks. 

Ava freezes, “I.. Uhm..” she doesn’t know what to say. 

“This Beatrice girl, why is she making recipes that aren't on the menu?!” He isn’t mad at Beatrice herself, he knows that, but he doesn’t know where to direct his anger. 

“It’s my fault papa, I didn’t.. I didn’t tell her that it’s off limits.” She says under her breath. 

“There shouldn’t be a reason to make anything aside from what we already established!” He says, his voice raising a bit. 

Ava’s shoulder instantly slumps, “I.. I just wanted to change things a bit.” 

“Change is what gets you hurt!” Matteo argues, “People always want to change things up but never consider how it will affect the people around them!” Matteo and Ava rarely disagree on things, and thats mostly because they both tend to avoid topics that would stir a fight. But when they do, like father like daughter, they were both stubborn and don’t hold back.

Something inside Ava breaks, or snaps, as if the curtain she’s had covering her true feelings have been open abruptly. “If we don’t change things up, we may be forgotten!” She argues, but her father doesn’t budge. 

“Knowing who we are is what makes the business thrive!” He says, running his hands over his face. 

“That's what you think but papa we’re losing customers fast. Yes we have our regulars but it's not enough to ensure we stay afloat years from now! We’re already losing old regulars and they all say the same thing, that we’ve lost our touch!” Ava wasn’t wrong, for now they’re thriving but she can see how quickly the customers crave for something new. And yet ironically how some crave for something to return. And becayse if her dad’s stubbornness neither is being solved.

Matteo ignores her, he tries to shake her grip away so he can make his way to the bakery. But Ava doesn’t budge. “Papa, they want change. They expect change..And if you’re not willing to give them that, atleast bring back the things they used to love!” 

“Change is what drove your mother away.” He says and there she sees it again, the dimming of his light. “And those things they claim to love, it's all connected to her!” 

“That’s not.. No, that's different.” Ava says. “This has nothing to do with her!” 

“But it does Ava!” Matteo groans, “How much of that Beatrice girl do you know?” 

“What.. Why?” 

“Because what if she leaves, then what mija?” Matteo asks and Ava tries hard to see what he’s implying but her mind is spinning, she's wondering where all of this is coming from. 

“Beatrice is a friend!” She argues, “And.. and if she leaves that’s entirely up to her!” 

And there Matteo sees, or notices, he sees how his daughter hasn’t realized it yet and it's not up to him to tell her what she’s missing. But he takes note, sees her eyes that he loves to look into but is pained because she has her mother’s eyes. But he sees it, sees how his daughter looks at this girl, how her eyes light up at the mere mention of her. And how she’s eager to spend each day with her. But it's not his job to define what she’s experiencing, that's something Ava has to figure out on her own. 

“Mom left because she was unhappy!” Ava argues. “And I may be unhappy but I’m not going to leave you the way she left us!” Her words come out like an avalanche. 

And there Matteo finally listens, “You’re unhappy?” He asks. 

Ava looks at his pained expression, “No, I didn’t mean it that way.. I just.. I..” 

Matteo finally shrugs Ava’s grip off of him, he sighs and finds himself walking back into the house. Ava knows not to follow, she beats herself up for saying the wrong thing but she knows her dad needs time to cool down. So she sits on her porch, making sure that she’s somewhere her dad can see so he knows she hasn’t left. It was rare for the two to have disagreements, but what they’re both thankful for when they do is that mutual understanding that they’ll fix it when they’ve both cooled down. So Ava waits, she knows that a few hours from now her father would tap the spot beside him on the couch and she’ll hug him tightly and thats when they’ll talk. She’ll unleash what she’s feeling free from judgement and Matteo will listen. So for now she discreetly pulls out her sketchbook and she does what’s been giving her comfort lately. So Ava draws, she draws and draws, and it's of different angles of the same thing, the same girl. 

“Beatrice is a friend.” She finds herself muttering under her breath. But then something clicks, it's quiet and subtle, but it's there. All Ava could do is shake the thought away and continue drawing. “One thing at a time..” she says as she sighs. But she doesn’t mind it, she doesn’t see it as a bad thing, this thought that just appeared. 

-

When Beatrice makes her way to the bakery, she receives another text from Ava saying she can’t make it for their walk, she finds herself sulking. So much so that she’s almost late. As Beatrice finds herself rushing inside, an apology at the brink of her lips she stops when she sees Shannon standing there. 

“Why are you in a rush?” The girl asks her. 

“I was running a bit behind, my apologies.” Was all Beatrice could say before diving into baking for the day. 

“You’re fine. Also I’ve prepared an extra batch of Canelés so we’re going to need to make triple of what you made last time.” Shannon says, and Beatrice just nods, wondering where her beacon of light had gone. 

Working with Shannon is fun, she’s learning a lot from the girl and the conversation between the two seems to flow nicely. Without even realizing it they seem to have alot in common. Behind Shannon’s intimidating exterior she’s actually really sweet and funny. Beatrice also enjoys that she gets to witness up close the dynamic between Mary and Shannon. At first glance the two seem to hate each other since they argue so much, but behind it there’s something else there. Despite the fact that eventually, almost all of the time Mary ends up siding with whatever Shannon says. Though it seems like Shannon is waiting for something, or rather waiting for Mary to make the first move. 

She wants to ask Shannon where Ava is, but she doesn't want to make it seem like she doesn't like working with her. So Beatrice keeps her mouth shut and just does what she typically would do if Ava were around. Then the next day it’s just her and Shannon again and this time Beatrice does almost ask but then she chooses not to. By the third day Beatrice can’t take it anymore, she had at least expected Ava to text her telling her she’s okay but nothing. So Beatrice continues to sulk, so much that the pastries she’s in charge of making end up burning. And as she frantically tries to waft the smoke away, with Shannon by her side who’s also helping her waft the air. She sees it, can sense it, how lost she feels when Ava isn’t around. Suddenly she’s noticing just how dark it is when Ava’s absent. 

“She’ll be back.” Shannon says as she continues to waft the air, she isn’t looking at Beatrice but it's as if she can sense what's on Beatrice’s mind. “Ava gets like this sometimes, she can’t always be the one we can rely on, it doesn't look like it because she does it so effortlessly. But running this place, she's burning out. She doesn't outwardly admit it, but I can tell. But she’ll be back” Shannon says, shrugging, offering Beatrice a reassuring smile. And for her that was enough. 

As the day goes on, a man comes limping inside the bakery. He stands tall and Beatrice can’t make out the expression on his face as he stares directly at her. 

“Hello sir, how are you?” She asks, giving him her best smile. 

The man limps closer to the counter, resting his weight on his cane. “I’m alright, could be better but one Canelé please.” he says softly and Beatrice nods. She grabs the canelé and offers it to him, before even paying he takes a bite and suddenly he closes his eyes as he’s brought back to a moment. 

“How?” He asks, his eyes still closed. 

“Pardon?” Beatrice asks. 

“I’ve been making these for years, but then one day I suddenly couldn’t get it right. I followed the same recipe and yet it has never tasted the same since.” He says, he finally opens his eyes and looks right at Beatrice. “How were you able to make it taste… perfect?” 

Beatrice thinks for a moment, she’s not doing anything different as far as she knows she’s measuring things correctly. “I just follow the recipe.” She says. 

“But sometimes that isn’t enough.” The man says, “You must be doing something differently.” 

Beatrice thinks again, and then it hits her. “I guess, when I make it or things in general I think of the people who’ll eat it.” Beatrice says, smiling at herself as she reminisces. “I think of how much they enjoy the things I bake, and it may sound cliche but I guess the secret ingredient is love?” 

The man smiles at her, “You might be on to something. Anyone in particular you think of when you bake things?” 

Beatrice smiles, “My family, they love everything I make.” Then Ava appears in her mind, how the girl loves everything she makes. “And lately, Ava. Do you know her?” 

“I do.” He says his smile wider, “Does she tell you that you’re the best baker?” 

Beatrice laughs, “I don’t believe it when she does, but yes.” 

The man then starts to shake his head, “Traitor.” He says under his breath, just then Shannon comes out from the back and she’s shocked to see the man. 

“Ava’s going to kill you.” She says. 

“Not if she doesn’t know!” He argues. 

But suddenly the beacon of light appears out of thin air and she comes barging into the bakery. “I leave you alone for two seconds and you disappear!” The girl says pointing a finger at the man and scolding him. “For someone who’s injured you sure as hell walk fast.” 

It doesn’t take much for Beatrice to connect the dots, the resemblance was there and immediately Beatrice knew who the man was. As Ava continues to scold the man she sees what’s in his hand and looks surprised, she looks over to Beatrice and smiles. “Hi Bea, missed me?” She asked. And Beatrice because she’s trying to process that she just admitted to Ava’s dad that she thinks of his daughter when she bakes, she just nods subconsciously. 

“I missed you too!” Ava says, and that takes Beatrice out of her trance and suddenly she’s forgotten all about the darkness that she’s endured the past couple of days. 

“Matteo Silva.” The man says, extending his hand. Beatrice takes it and shakes his hand firmly, “Beatrice Mäkinen-Guo.” 

“Okay that's enough standing buddy.” Ava says, as she drags her dad out the bakery. “Bea! If you’re free later, let’s hangout?” Ava asks, looking hopeful. Beatrice nods, she nods without thinking, forgetting that she has a scheduled call with her sister later, but that’s tomorrow’s problem she tells herself. She’s nodding so much that Shannon laughs. And suddenly Beatrice can’t wait for the end of her shift, because finally it means Ava’s going to be around.