under his breath as yet another person squeezed past him to get inside the
small bakery. The cold air outside hit him since he stood near the back. The
constant opening and closing of the door was grating on his nerves. It was a
cycle of a bell ring, brief coldness and invasion of personal space. It
wouldn’t have been bad if he hadn’t been waiting for 10 minutes to be called.
Apparently the bakery was quite popular but he couldn’t help but think they
should have expanded their storefront years ago.
The only thing
keeping him here and not buying some cheap store brand cake was his promise to
his mother. The Uchiha patriarch had forced him to agree to an invite to some
holiday party. The babka cake was just another favor; Mikoto would have brought
it herself but had sprained her ankle on an icy sidewalk a few days ago. Like
any good son, he insisted he take care of her errand.
A few people had
less patience than him and left, clearing up some space. Now instead of a
couple of older ladies standing in front of him, there was a petite woman.
Rolling his eyes,
he pressed his back further against the corner to let this person pass.
already,” he responded rather bitingly. He turned his head to face her when his
mouth became dry.
“Are you Sasuke
Uchiha?” He nodded. “I thought I recognized you. You probably don’t remember me
but we went to school together. My name is Hinata-”
finished. Hinata smiled and he coughed uncomfortably. How could he forget her?
They were often pitted against each other by their peers and teachers due to
their family name, comparing test scores and other achievements. Sasuke often
bested her which only crushed her already fragile confidence which he didn’t
realize until her cousin openly berated her after coming third in ranking. It
became a huge scene when Naruto intervened.
“So…how are you?”
She stood in
front him with her hands together. “I’m good. I’m graduating in a year if
everything works out. I’m majoring in marketing. What about you?”
He still hadn’t figured his life out yet, much to the displeasure of his
father. “I’m still working things out.” Sasuke couldn’t help but feel
inadequate compared to his former classmate, even if he had a crush on her
years ago. So small, it was insignificant to bring up. So insignificant, he
attributed his goosebumps to the cold weather not her.
Seb is not a cinnamon cake. He is a cinnamon babka. It's a sort of sweet bread with a filling, I'd say it's heavier and richer than just a regular old cake. And the dough is twisted on itself, making pretty patterns when sliced. Like the adorable cinnamon roll that grew up and went to war and returned. XD