After leaving Amelia's house I find myself going to work early to clear my mind. Parked on the side of the small bricked building with a sigh that reads "Hernandez Cafe" at the top, I can smell the rich and sweet texture from here.

Hearing my phone ring for the eighth time, I finally give in and answer it. "Hello?" I sigh.

"Don't you dare ever do that to me! Why didn't you pick up the phone? You had me worried sick! Are you okay?" Amelia asks with pure concern in her voice.

It was wrong of me not to pick up the first couple times, but I had more tears to release.

"I will be. Tell your family I will try to see them before they leave."

"I will. We are about to go out to a restaurant. Dave kind of ruined the mood and somehow we all got an appetite from his stupidness. Thomas came in after you left and it took a good plea not to let him hit Dave just once," she tells me chuckling.

I feel a pain in my chest. "Your lying," I tell her.

"Okay fine. It took more pleas than that time I begged momma and daddy to let me go to my first party at that jocks house. I did more pleading then I ever did in my life!"

I find myself laughing and Amelia does too. After a moment of silence she finally speaks. "I'm sorry he said those things to you. I know your not okay, so you don't have to lie and tell me you are because I know what that does to you. Just call me later so we can hang out okay? My next off day is next week. Deal?"

"Deal. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

After hanging up the phone I sigh once more. Amelia is the only person that have stuck by my side longer than crazy glue sticking on anything. The first time she saw my uniqueness of my eyes she told me we were going to be good friends. When she found out that I can tell when someone lies to me she told me that was badass. She has and always will be my sister.

Gathering my items and taking out the key in the ignition, I open the car door and close it behind me. Once out of the car I feel the wind push against me violently.

Feeling my hair dance across my face, I pinch my eyes together to keep it from hair getting in my eyes. Looking at the sky I notice the dark thick clouds are coming closer . Once the wind stopped roaring, I fix my hair and turn the corner to the cafe.

Pulling the silver handle to the glass door, a small chime goes off. It doesn't take long for the scent of freshly baked cookies, cupcakes, and so much more to greet me.

Looking around the cafe, I notice it's not as busy as only six tables are full of a party of people. Some were with family, other with friends, and people who just come to use the free wifi.

The café always brought a smile to my face. There is hanging lights above each table and around the walls that was painted in a light blue, light green, and light brown pattern. The floor is wood and always seems to have a shiny texture to it.

"Nina," cheers the young Latina woman behind the counter that displayed numerous pastries.

"Hola Rosa," I say to her in Spanish as I walk towards the counter. "Como estas?"

"I am fine, but I will be better once you get your but in the kitchen and start to bake. Now go," she tells me with a wave of her hand. Smiling, I push back the blue curtain and greet her son. "Hola Sanchez."

"Hola Nina. We have a busy day and Rosa is trying not to scream," he tells me as he walks to the mixer and cuts it off.

Sanchez was almost a spitting image of his mother. Rosa has long jet black hair with tiny freckles around her nose and bright brown eyes. Sanchez carried all of her features except for his dark brown eyes and his tiny mustache and strong cheek bones. Those where compliments of his father.

"Sanchez get your butt up here and handle the front before I just scream at you. Irina and I will handle the back," Rosa says entering.

Without giving his mom any words he marches off in the front while I walk to a drawer and pull out a black apron. Heading to the sink I wash my hands good for about two minutes. After drying them I go to the mixer Sanchez was by and picked up a tasting spoon off of a near by rack that held countless numbers of them.

"Mmm," I say closing my eyes and savoring the sweet taste of vanilla. "What are these for vanilla on vanilla or truffles?" I ask tossing the spoon in the trash.

"Both. The chocolate cupcakes are on the cooling rack and the vanilla cupcakes should be done about," Rosa says stopping for a bit. "Now."

A loud buzzer sounds off making me rush to the tall oven and putting on two oven mitts to open the door. Cutting the timing off, I pull out the cupcakes and grab a toothpick. Sticking some of the cupcakes, I see they are done and pull them out. Noticing another sheet pan in the over, the cookies looks like they can go for another five minutes until they are ready.

Placing the cupcakes on the cooling rack, I close the oven door and put the timer on five minutes.

Taking off the oven mitts I place them back on a hook on the wall. Making my way back to the cooling rack, I pick up the pan of twenty four cool chocolate cupcakes and move them to the center silver table in the middle of the kitchen.

"So, should I beat around the bush or just tell you?" Rosa says working fondant with her fingers in the plastic gloves.

"You have never been one to beat around the bush Rosa," I tell her as I turn around to a wooden cabinet. Opening the left door I grab a bottle of chocolate syrup, cooked pecans, and caramel. Juggling them in my hands, I place them down beside the cupcake pans.

"That is very true. But this my dear is serious. More serious than a heart attack," she tells me adding blue food coloring to the fondant.

"Rosa you know how I am. Rip it off like a band-aid," I tell her with a smile. I look at Rosa's face and notice what she has to say is big, because she looks like she is wants to explode.

"Sanchez, are the truffles empty?" I shout a bit so he can hear me. "Yes," he replies.

Walking to the front curtain I push it back and hold my hand out knowing Sanchez is going to pass me the empty platter.

Feeling the platter in my hand, I turn around back into the kitchen. Setting the platter above the items I pulled from the cabinet, I keep my area organized so they can't get in the way.

"Jason came by looking for you," Rosa says loud enough for me to hear but still in a whisper. I stop in my tracks like a person stepping on their breaks and look at her with wide eyes.

No.