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her an ordinary baker and painter finds herself exchanging notes with her neighbor that appeared out of nowhere
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him the mclaren driver that came home for a break only to find a rogue package outside his door.
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Olivia walked inside the bakery and she was immediately greeted by Nana Piastri with a big smile, "Olivia! Just in time! What do you have for me today?" she asked.
The young baker brought her the pastries and the elder looked through it, her eyes brightened, "Filipino pastries! The crowd favorites." She said as she brought them to the back. Olivia followed her, she listened to the stories Nana Piastri about her customers.
"Oh! Before I forget, my grandson has come home from work!" Nana Piastri said excitedly. Olivia smiled, "You must be excited?" she asked.
The woman nodded, "I love having Oscy home. He has been here multiple times, you should meet him." She said. Olivia smiled politely, "Actually, I just dropped these off and I have go back. I have a few commissions to work on." She said.
Nana Piastri frowned, "Oh that's a shame. Maybe next time?" she asked. She smiled and nodded, "You got it." A few words were passed to each other and then the girl was out the door.
The woman was about to turn back to the kitchen when the door chimed. She looked and smiled wide, "You just missed my baker Oscy! I know you have been asking about her." She said.
Oscar who just walked in felt winded, he blinked, "Really?" he asked. She nodded and crossed her arms, "You're late." She said. He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry about that. Arthur called me about this girl he likes." He said.
He looked at her, she was raising an eyebrow at her, he already knew what was to come next, "When will you start bringing a girl you like here?" she asked. He sighed and walked to her, wrapping an arm around his nana, "Why? I already have you Nana." He said with a chuckle.
"You silly boy." She said joining him in chuckling. Suddenly Oscar realized, "Oh, my neighbor gave me some brownies. I know you adore your mystery baker's brownies, but this is good." He said and offered it to her.
The woman hesitantly grabbed a piece and took a bite. She smiled when she realized who made it. There will always be a distinct taste when it came to Olivia's brownies and despite not knowing who the neighbor was, she suspected it was the same Olivia that was bringing her the delicious pastries every Saturday.
"See. It's good." He said with a grin. She chuckled and nodded, patting her grandson's cheek, "Do me a favor Oscar, bring that neighbor of yours here." She said.
He raised an eyebrow at her, "Why? You going to hire her?" he asked. She laughed, "I just want to see who has been catching the attention of my Oscy."
