Evie's POV

My eyes had been blessed.

Holy shit! Was I just thinking about quitting?

And did I say I wanted to avoid all social interaction?

Not if I run into guys like the one who just entered the bakery. I'm never ever leaving Florida if guys here looked anything like him.

To just say that he was hot would do him injustice. His head slightly bent down to look at the phone in his hand, he lazily walked towards me. I got a good look at his hair which were a mess of blonde curls. They were the kind that'd make you want to run your hand through them.

Damn, I could just keep staring at him all day. The sleeves of his button down were rolled up to his elbows and I couldn't help admiring his sinewy arms. His skin was sunkissed, showing that he spent a lot of time on the beach.

When he finally walked up to me, I caught a whiff of lavender and peppermint from him. Unknowingly, I took a deep breath to inhale the scent. It made me feel light headed.

"Hello?" The guy waved his hand in front of my face. Flustered, I looked up at him and for the first time noticed his electric blue eyes. My eyes stopped blinking. It was getting hard for me to breathe normally. I dreamily continued ogling at him.

"Hello?" He said again.

"Hi." I smiled. "You're hot."

"What?" He arched an eyebrow.

Did I just say what I thought I said? Dammit. I needed to get my hormones under control. "Uh . . ." I squirmed. "Er . . . I mean, everything's hot. The . . . donuts are hot. Fresh and hot. I mean warm. Would you like to have them?"

The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. It was as sexy as Damon Salvatore's. He didn't say anything and looked into his phone again typing something. I waited for him to order. In the meantime, I secretly stole looks at him. Maybe something good would come out of this job.

As he continued texting, the smirk was wiped from his face and replaced by a frown. He typed furiously at his phone. "Oh, you gotta be kidding me!" he said agitatedly and stomped his foot on the ground.

I was taken aback.

"Sorry. It was just..." He flashed his phone in front of me for less than a second and I didn't understand what the 'just' was. "Anyway," he said, "I'm here to pick up my grandmother's birthday cake. It should be addressed to Mrs. Waters."

"Oh, that's you," I said enthusiastically, remembering Trevor mention about the special order. "You're right on time. We have the cake and it tastes great."

He looked up at me for a second then went back to his stupid phone.

"I didn't eat it," I corrected myself. "I meant it looks like it tastes great." I didn't even have a look at the cake! What the hell was wrong with me. The hot guy was making me look stupid. "I'll get it for you in a minute," I said to him and went to the back room.

He'd been texting since the minute he arrived here. It was probably his girlfriend. Of course he had a girlfriend, I pouted. Maybe they were fighting, because he kept frowning while reading the texts. And I was babbling like an idiot trying to get him to notice me.

Shaking my head, I brought out the box. He was still texting. Maybe only single forty year olds flirted here, not drop dead gorgeous guys.

I put the box over the counter. "Here it is. Trevor says happy birthday to your grandma."

The hot guy put one hand palm up, while still looking at his phone and texting with the other hand. Was I supposed to put the cake box in his hand?

Come on, dude. Just look up for once. Who was he texting with so much intensity? I was already getting jealous.

I picked up the cake box and began to place it in his hand. At that exact same moment, hot guy decided to pull his hand back and use it for texting too. The box came crashing down and the cake was thrown out of the box on to the floor with a big squash.

Shit! Trevor was going to kill me!

The sound finally made him look up from his phone. "What the hell!" He looked wide eyed at the mess on the floor, then at me.

"You were supposed to pick up the order, not drop it!" I squealed.

"What?" His mouth dropped open. "I dropped it?"

"Ya-ha!" I asserted.

"You did it!" he retorted.

Unbelievable! "I did it? I handed the cake to you and you dropped it."

He grunted. "Fuck my life! Everything fucked up is only supposed to happen to me. Me. Of all people."

I liked him better when he wasn't talking. "Come on. It's just a cake." I attempted a small laugh.

"I -" He opened his mouth and then closed it again. "Just go and get me another one of those!"

I didn't like the tone he used with me. How dare he order me like that. I needed to give this guy a piece of my mind.

"Now." He said again.

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