That Saturday I threw myself into the Bakery. Sebastian worked the front while I baked like a crazy person in the back. I honestly wonder what he must have been thinking hearing me scream out stuff like "THESE PETALS AREN'T STRAIGHT ENOUGH!" And "I DIDN'T ASK IF YOU WANTED TO BE WHIPPED! I SAID I'M MAKING MERINGUE." It was probably pretty weird. I had called Gabriel at least ten times the night before, and every one had gone to voicemail almost immediately. Within minutes I was blocked on social media, and removed from friend lists.
After three batches of meringue that wouldn't thicken, Sebastian walked in,
"Are you okay?"
"Everything's peachy." I said in a false happy voice.
"Does this have anything to do with Gabriel?" He asked concern and curiosity seeping into his deep voice.
     "Is it that obvious?" I said setting the mixer down.
     "No, you're great at hiding your emotions." He said poking my shoulder.
     "Ow."
     "Also he's always here so..."
     "That's kind of a tell?"
     "Yeah it is." He said running a hand through his dark hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"
     "I'm such an idiot." I said sliding down the side of the island to sit on the floor. Sebastian came up and sat down beside me.
     "Why?"
     "Why am I an idiot?" I asked turning to face him.
     "No. Why do you think you're an idiot?" He said quietly. I looked over at him, but he was looking stone faced ahead.
     "Because I a..."
     "No you're not. You're one of the most caring, clever people I know. So why do you think you're an idiot." Anger plagued his face as he snapped to look at me.
     "I...I screwed everything u..."
     "How?" He snapped his tone remaining harsh and strict.
    "I let Gabriel kiss me." I said letting my face fall into my hands.
     "You kissed him? Or he kissed you?"
     "He...he kissed me."
     "Then that was his choice. He made the mistake. You can't take the blame for that. It's not your fault." His voice softened.
     "That's not how he'll see it." I said turning my head away from Sebastian. Then I felt him lightly tap my thigh twice. I turned back to look at him.
    "He chose to kiss you. So he's the blame. He took advantage of you. Shame on him." He smiled at me, and put his hand on my shoulder. "This is not your fault." He poked my stomach "Get that into your stubborn head." He laughed and leaned back. "Are you alright?"
"I think so."
"Good, then can get off of the floor now?" He said with a yawn.
"Yes, you little baby."
"Don't 'baby' me, cupcake boy."
"Cupcake boy?" I laughed.
"Yep it's gonna happen."
"No way."
"This is your fate." He said waving his hands in a little circle.
"That's not my nickname."
"Whatever you say, cupcake boy." He said standing up and walking out of the kitchen. I sat for a few more moments smiling to myself.