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It was frustrating, in the way that all young women whose fathers didn't trust them to do things by themselves were frustrated, the way that it took her father's cold and her younger brother's sheer laziness before Laisa could be the one to start the bread. Not that waking up at four to get it started was such a privilege as Trenton had tried to make it sound. Really, she just knew that their father would be pissed as hell if it wasn't started, and that Trenton wasn't as reliable as anyone thought.
Which was why she was still alone in the store, hours after it had opened, hoping that he was still alright, that nothing had happened since she couldn't exactly leave the bread to check on home. She liked the starting the bread, the kneading it and smelling it bake, not the regular interaction with customers, particularly as they geared up towards the lunch rush. Her temper was becoming shorter and shorter.
"No, we sold all of yesterday's bread yesterday," she told a customer, incapable of keeping her tone from being curt. "So you'll either have to buy some of today's bread at full price or not have any."
Which was why she was still alone in the store, hours after it had opened, hoping that he was still alright, that nothing had happened since she couldn't exactly leave the bread to check on home. She liked the starting the bread, the kneading it and smelling it bake, not the regular interaction with customers, particularly as they geared up towards the lunch rush. Her temper was becoming shorter and shorter.
"No, we sold all of yesterday's bread yesterday," she told a customer, incapable of keeping her tone from being curt. "So you'll either have to buy some of today's bread at full price or not have any."
