Alexis was placing the cooled cinnamon rolls into the display when she heard the ring of the door chimes. She took a quick glance towards the door, where she found a familiar head of dark brown messy hair. She immediately looked away, before he could catch her stare. Shit, she thought. Shit!
He walked towards the counter. With each step, her heart pounded faster and faster. Of course, there was no line at the moment — no extra time she could use to avoid him. She felt sick to the stomach. Stop, she tried to tell herself. It’s just…him. Be normal. Pretend it’s nothing — nothing. He doesn’t matter to you…anymore.
“Hey,” he said.
She pretended to be deep in focus, while placing down the remaining cinnamon rolls. She slowly looked up. “Hey.” She swallowed, her mouth drier than Death Valley. “How can I help you.” It was supposed to be a question, but it came out more like a command.
He smiled at her, white teeth and all. Inside, she screamed, no, don’t smile at me. “I’ll take one of those cinnamon rolls,” he replied. She place the tray with the remaining cinnamon rolls aside, and reach for one in the dessert display. “No,” he said, and she stopped. He pointed to her right — where the tray was. “One from the tray, a fresh one.”
Trying to make it hard for me, huh? She thought. He grinned back at her, as if reading her mind telepathically. She grabbed a cinnamon roll from the tray and place it on a plate. “Anything else?” She asked.
Please say no, she begged in her mind.
“Yes,” he said. “You.” He said with with his dark eyes locked on to hers, and a smirk on his lips. He looked so irresistibly attractive, and she hated herself for thinking so.
“You lost that opportunity the moment you led me on and never returned.” Her voice was filled with bitterness.
His face fell flat. “I had to take care of a few things.”
“Yeah, well, while you did that, I lost interest,” she pushed the plate to him, typing the amount into the register. “Go find another girl to toy around with, and leave me alone, will you.” She sighed. “A dollar-fifty.”
He handed her a five-dollar bill. “I don’t want another girl, I want you.”
Alexis entered it into the register and it clicked open. She started to count the change. “Maybe, you should’ve got your priorities straight then. Because it sure didn’t seem like that to me. It sounds to me like I was the second option to the other things you needed to ‘take care of’.”
“You’re hardly being fair, Alex,” he frowned.
She handed him the change, a hard look on her eyes. “I’m only protecting myself from getting hurt. I’ve dealt you guys like you before, Zach, and I don’t want to ever have to again. I’m sorry it has to be like this. You almost seemed like a nice guy.”
“Alex.” Hurt crossed his face. She ignored him, and closed the register. “Alex. Alexis. Alex.” She continued to avoid his eyes. “Listen to me for a second here. Let me explain.”
She held up a hand. “No,” she said. “‘Let me explain’ is a phrase only liars use. I don’t want to hear it. Leave me alone, I have work to do.”
“Okay, I’ll rephrase it then,” he proclaimed. “Alex, my sister died and I couldn’t leave my own room for two weeks because my manic-depressive symptoms relapse. I’m sorry you weren’t top priority, but I was seriously contemplating killing myself, and I think my health was more important at the time.” He exhaled loudly. “Okay? Is that okay? Better?”
“I—” She was lost for words. Suddenly, she felt like a complete bitch. “Your sister died? I — God, I’m sorry. I didn’t…I didn’t know. I—”
“Forget it,” he shook his head. “You didn’t know.” He bite his lower lip. “You know. You know, the only reason I recovered so quickly was because of you. That’s why I came here. I had so many thoughts of taking my father’s straight razor and slitting my wrists, or throwing myself out a window — but then my mind kept coming to you — that girl I met in a bakery, who pretty eyes and a terrible sense of humor. The girl who made me spat out my coffee because I was laughing too hard. I thought, if you had accepted me, maybe everyone else can. Maybe I can start to accept myself, too. You know?”
Alexis hesitated. She had known none of this, and now here he was, telling her his innermost thoughts. His sister died. He wanted to kill himself. He was saying she was the reason he kept living. Her.
She had not know he had a disorder, she had thought he was normal. Just a guy. A guy with a nice smile, and was too lazy to fix his own hair upon waking up. He carried so much confidence, you would not think twice whether he had any insecurities or not. But he did. Similar to any other human — her — he did.
“I don’t,” she swallowed. Her voice was quiet. “I don’t deserve you, Zach.”
“What do you mean?” He asked with a nervous laugh. “I just poured myself out to you, and you’re going reject me with that excuse. We’re not perfect, Alex. No one is. Just give me a chance here.”
She glanced around for a moment. Her manager still had not came back from restocking on groceries, and Jane, her coworker, was in the back, making french bread for their lunch menu. No one had noticed her conversation with Zach. Not even the customers — the very few that were in there that early in the morning — had noticed. They were simply absorbed in either reading the newspaper or tapping angrily at their smartphones.
“Tell you what,” she said, lowering her voice. “We can talk when I’m off at one, okay?”
He did not look convinced, but nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll meet you here?”
“Outside,” Alexis said. “Just wait outside.”
“It’s a plan.”
Zach left with the plate in his hand. Within moments, the door closed with the chimes ringing in response. She let out a sigh. Five hours to go…