We finished school and I drove us to the mall in my baby *Sigh* I love her! Not Anna... My truck! But A is still amazing.

She plugged her phone into the dock and turned on some Royal Blood music. I wasn't going to ever complain to RB because I think they're amazing! We sung along to Lose Change, while I slide comfortably into the lot. Thankful to stop driving after the hour, where the nearest shopping centre was.

We hopped out and I made a bee line towards Starbucks to get our drinks. I grabbed a large mango/passion fruit blended juice drink. I had already payed via the app because I couldn't talk. I had also gotten Blondie a large raspberry /black currant blended juice drink. We grabbed the cups, which had Thing 1 and Thing 2 on and headed out of the shop after waving at the barista.

She sighed, as content as a little lamb, when she tasted her drink. I had remembered from a conversation I was half-listening to when she said it was her favourite. I dragged her into American Eagle, which was a couple shops away from Starbucks, which reminded me that I needed to find a new job.

We were looking through the racks, when I called her over, having found the perfect, too-cute tops for her. It was a soft and sexy babydoll top in black and I chose the dark-red for her too. I found some high-rise shorts to go and I dumped them in her arms. I walked over to the dress racks and pulled off a strappy fit and flare black dress off of the racks and a lace-up front, black romper and marched over the the changing rooms. I passed them to her, after she unlocked the door, and I nodded at the clothes she had on already. I walked up to the till and paid for my new red, lace dress. I walked back and found out Blondes had liked all of the outfits, so she headed to the till and also paid for them.

We headed out with our bags and made our way to Forever 21. After laughing at our matching outfits earlier, we decided to get the same at F21. We got some denim, high-waisted, cut-offs, a crochet-trimmed cami in dark colours and a floral, lace-up front crop top. We also headed over to the jumper/cardigan section where she received a light blue, striped, turtleneck jumper and I picked up a white, wool-blended Cardigan. We paid at the checkouts and again, headed out to go to Chicnova.

I payed for a V-neckline, lace jumpsuit and I bought the cutout, split joint, black jumpsuit I had saw Anna stare at. I told her to meet me at our next stop, the toilets, as I paid for our clothing.

I walked towards the toilets and waited for Anna to come out, after I had finished. She walked out and we headed to Taco Bell and had our food. As promised, I went to a little Ben and Jerry's shop and I bought her the red-velvet cake ice-cream and the cookie dough for me. We sat in the little shop and talked about nothing to everything and everyone under the sun. She looked so calm... So unlike school, that I was happy for her.

We headed back to the car, because I smelt a funny scent, a combination of fresh-fallen, crisp snow and the grass after being cut, in the rain. I wanted to follow it, but I knew it was time to head back. I drove back to school, to drop of Anna and I turned on the radio again.

We arrived at the school's lot, and we emptied her bags into her boot. However, when her back was turned, I slipped in my little presents for her, into her bag. We hugged and said goodbye, happy that we could go back home, and just sleep. We hadn't received any homework today, and I was thankful for that small detail.

I drove home and unpacked my few bags, and left them in the bottom of my wardrobe, ready for when I could be bothered to actually unpack them. I went back out, and silently drove, looking along the many shops because it was boring without Stacey in the house. I parked somewhere near a quiet area, and jumped out. I walked around the block and being as curious as a cat, I plundered into the alley, trying to be quiet and failing.

I ended up tripping on a door mat, that held the words 'Welcome!' on it. Driven by my curiosity, I pulled myself up, and looked to see a cute, glass door. Kind of like the mat, it held a small, wooden sign, with the engraved words of 'Open'. I was intrigued, so I opened the door, hearing a tingle of a bell above my head. It was a small, cozy café, which had only a few people in.

I took a seat on a mahogany chair, with a glass coffee table in front of it, with wood table mats. I picked up the silky textured material of the menu, and decided on an espresso and a blueberry muffin. I picked up my notebook, and proceeded to write my order onto the paper.

I walked to the till, leaving my bag because, for some strange reason, I felt safe and like nothing could happen now. I waved towards the man, at least the cashier, while handing over my notebook and a £10 note. He give me £5 back, and told me to go sit back down, and I obliged.

I took my notebook and started to write a note in it, once I had my butt placed onto the comfortable chair. The note vaguely talked about if I could have a job, making the coffee and baking. The only good quality, I seem to have after the years of being passed around, much like a parcel.

He came over, and had a large, warm coffee topped with whipped cream with him, and a big muffin, yum! I smiled and passed him the note. I could see he was a bit muffled, by what the note read.

"Are you serious about this?" He asked me.
I quickly scribbled a quick 'yes' and he nodded and turned around, to walk away.

I sipped on my hot drink and nearly moaned! It was soooo good! Bitter, sweet and hot at the same time! I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around.

"Excuse me, Miss?" I nodded and waved, while he smiled a little.

" Would you like to have an interview now or later? You would only have to prepare a dozen muffins of your choice and a coffee, Americano style." After his reply, I smiled and nodded my head eagerly, happy to be interviewed.

I finished up the last of my muffin and hot chocolate, and followed 'Callum' into the back, where I was presuming, was the kitchen. It was black and red, including the utensils and stoves.

I already had my hair tied back, so I went and washed my hands in the sink.
I decided to bake a dozen of the blueberry muffins.
I heated the oven to 400º F. I lined 12 standard-sized muffin cups with the white and black paper liners.
I whisked the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt in a large bowl, I then added vegetable oil to a measuring jug that could hold at least 1 cup.
After this, I added the egg then fill the jug to the 1-cup line with milk and added vanilla and whisked until it was combined properly.
I also added the milk mixture to the bowl, with flour and sugar, then use a fork to combine.
I added the juicy blueberries, and used a spoon to gently fold the blueberries into the muffin batter.
I divided the batter between muffin cups and sprinkled a little brown sugar on top of each muffin.
I baked the blueberry muffins for 15 to 20 minutes and I inserted a toothpick, into the middle of a muffin to see if it comes out with crumbs, not wet batter.
I then, transferred them over, to the cooling rack to cool.

I then started on the Americano, ready to create one of my favourite coffees, shown to me by one of the social workers, that used to work with my group. My group being a group of teen girls, who had also been passed around foster carers.

I had to grind enough espresso beans for 1 1/2 tbsp.
After this, I had to make sure the espresso machine had enough water to create steam for the coffee.
Then, I began heating up the kettle on the stove and I placed the espresso grounds into the porte filter and I then evenly packed the grounds, using the attachment from the espresso machine.
Next, I secured the porte filter to the machine.
I placed the espresso cup underneath the porte, and switched the 'on' button.
I poured in the coffee, and turned 'off' the machine.

I realised, after coming out of my tranquil state, that Callum had been sitting at the counter during that, and he was staring straight at me. I turned around, and he let his eyes flick to the counter before looking back up.
"Are you finished?" He asked me, while smiling. I nodded my head, signalling he could have a try of my work.

He laughed and unwrapped the muffin, his eyes glinting with excitement, like a small child on Christmas Day. He took a bite and a sip of the coffee, and smiled widely.