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one week and a half later...
"'my name is marge, Bouvier. I'm here about your add single white female wanted for mysteries expedition, must like monkies non-smoker preferred' 'well you'd be a welcome change of pace from the rest of these crude and uncool sailors' 'arg arg arg arg arg' 'what do you think smithies' 'i think women and semen don't mix.'"
the tv blared as Risen half-watched the Simpsons and had most of her attention on a cake she was making for the bakery. Something she tends to do a lot while baking. It calms her down. In honor of her comfort show, she decided to make a marble two-layer cake of yellow and chocolate with chocolate fluffy icing and candy on top, sprinkles on the bottom, and some chocolate Ganesh drizzle.
Risen had just gotten her food printer in the mail yesterday so, she printed a picture of homer saying 'Ummm... cake'. Once all done, she decided that she would put it in the chiller and take it to the bakery tomorrow morning. In a few days would be her opening day
Tomorrow came and, she had gone to open her door only to find two twenty-dollar bills at her feet with a letter and paper clip connecting it all.
Dear Risen
Thank you for the cannolis, they were delightful. My coworkers, thank you dearly.
I couldn't, with a clean conscience, not pay you for so many, so here you are, id be willing to pay more often maybe I could see you face to face,
anyway thank you hope you hade a nice night
Cordially Spencer.
She couldn't take that much no matter how much it is. The cannolis were a gift in its self. He didn't need to pay her. She had to give him the money back
She went over to the familiar door and knocked at first no answer so she was about to knock again but as she went to knock the door opened. She was already committed to knocking.
She hit him. In the chest.
It wasn't on purpose, of course. he just so happened to move up to where the door was she couldn't stop her hand. 'Oh no. Oh no. is he ok? he's never gonna want to talk to me again.' Risen thought.
Though Spencer was fine, just surprised
"Oh my god! are you alright? That was an accident I swear- I wanted to return you your money and thank you but now you'll never want to talk to me again-" She quickly spoke, So fast Spencer had a hard time hearing and processing it all. Granted he was a bit distracted looking at her. Not expecting her to be that pretty. But nowhere was a pretty girl rambling after hitting him in the chest. Rambled much like he often does. He only was pulled back to reality when she started walking away. "Hey! Hey! Wait!"
She stopped and turned around
"Yes?" Risen questioned
"I just wanted to say it's fine and you can keep the money," Spencer said quickly trying to get her to stay.
"I just hit you and you still want to give me money?" she replied skeptically
"Well don't say it like that,"
"I really can't take your money-"
"I insist" Spencer insisted with a smile.
"Well since you have such a pretty smile how can I refuse?" Risen said cheekily
"Yeah of course- wait wha-?" did she just hit on me? Spencer conceived. She was already gone and didn't even take the money but did leave buy a business card on accident that Spencer would later find.
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