I grab my red velvet cupcake, specifically chosen with blue icing- to make Billie laugh- and walk off while Billie talks to some other girl. I notice her looking at me not too much longer after that, and she chuckles slightly at my cupcake, to which I smile widely.
When the party is over, and the caterers are all cleaning up, I decide that I want to see Billie again, to get to know her better, because I think that I could really like her. Unfortunately for me, I am too late. It's not surprising that she left as soon as possible, because she had mentioned that she was not interested in catering at all. I notice the older woman, whom I had assumed earlier to be the owner, taking the table coverings off of the tables, even though I am pretty sure that they were here before she was.
"Hello, Sallia," I smile at her, looking once again at her name tag.
"Ah, Mister Niall," she says, smiling. "I assume that you're looking for Billie. You seemed very fond of her earlier."
I scratch the back of my neck, almost awkwardly, but she laughs it off. "Yeah, I kind of wanted to see her again, a little bit."
"Well, she works at Ace's Cakes. She'll be there at nine tomorrow morning," Sallia says to me with a kind smile on her face. "She's had a rough life, sweetie. I'm sure she could use a good boy, like you."
I smile at her, and stand around watching everyone pack up before finally deciding to leave. When I return to the hotel room, I know that there's no question as to whether or not I'll be going to see Billie tomorrow. I definitely will be. I decide to shower again, because I smell very sweaty, and quickly fall asleep, thinking of how I'm glad I decided to go to the party.
I don't wake up until nine the next morning, which I suppose is good. I don't want to freak her out by showing up right when she gets to work. Also, she probably has a lot of work to do in the morning. I quickly wet my hair and brush my teeth, and put on a simple polo and khakis. After looking myself over in the mirror, and fixing everything that's wrong- and when you're trying to impress a girl, everything is always wrong, I finally decide that I look decent enough to see her. Hell, she's working, and not trying to impress me, so I should be okay enough.
I climb into a yellow taxi, moments later. "Where to, good sir?" The older gentleman in the driver's seat asks, a smile present on his face.
"Do you know where Ace's Cakes is?" He smiles and nods. "Great. Just to there, please."
"What's your name, sir? You don't sound from around here. To be fair, all these celebrities around, no one really does," the driver says.
"Niall," I say. "What's yours?"
"Niall? My youngest grand baby is in love with a boy named Niall. Some famous guy. My name is John," he says, dismissively. "Here's your stop, Niall. That'll be twenty-one dollars even."
I hand him a fifty dollar bill, and tell him to buy that granddaughter something, from Niall. I inhale deeply, bracing myself, and look at the small bakery, which is actually extremely busy. I realize that this must be a rather successful bakery, and not just a small town one like Harry used to work in.
Walking in, I instantly smell the freshness of various pastries and cakes that are made here. I wait in line and when I get to the front, I see the boy who was with Billie last night. "Amelia," he calls to a girl who is currently packaging a cake for someone. "Switch me. You'll want to." The girl, Amelia, who looks a lot like the boy in front of me, looks at me. Her eyes widen, and I sort of smile. She quickly bounds away from the cake box, and takes her brother's place in front of me.
"What can I get for you?" She asks, a rush of pink rising on her face, and an undeniable smile. I have a feeling that this is the girl that Billie told me would be jealous that she met me.
"I'm actually looking for someone. A girl named-"
"Billie. She's in the back. Let me get her." Quickly, she turns around. I look behind me, thankfully it's gotten quite less busy, so I shouldn't be interrupting too much. Also, I already have Sallia's blessing to interrupt Billie.
I look up as I hear the door close once again and see Billie, wide-eyed, covered in icing and flour, her hair pulled up and in a hat. And I've never seen someone so beautiful.