TheLostWhisperer
The salty wind whipped Blake's dark hair in her face. She leaned over the guard rail peering into the sea, as the ferry moved slowly over the water. Adam stood beside her and pulled her hair back from her face. "I like it better when your hair is out of your face."
Blake pulled her hair back into a pony tail, and pulled her black, flour covered, apron over her almost all black outfit. She picked up a tray of sweets and took them out to put on display. She was shocked to see a red haired man standing there waiting. Adam. She set down the tray and crossed her arms arching a black eyebrow. Adam always had a way of sneaking into her bakery to be first in line for the treats. In return for the discount she was always embarrassed to give him and never calling the cops for his breaking in, he had to help her sell the cookies and little cakes. Adam never minded though he loved working with her, and she loved working with him.
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