A New Whisk in Paris
It sucks to move in an apartment full of baseless people. People who don’t give a fuck about what you think, if it’s wrong than it is wrong,no exceptions. I am Riley Miller, a 21 year old teenager who is now going to live independently. I recently snatched a job at this famous bakery in Paris, Le Petit Sucre. I know what you must be thinking, moving to another country just for a bakery job? Well! I myself thought that at once, but I’m 21 and I have the full rights to live a life I wish to live. No chaos, no relationship drama, just me with my exciting little hobbies. And I got the opportunity to get that, so why would I miss it? Anyways, living independently is a little wrong to define that I’m going to be living with two more unhygienic human beings. Tomorrow will be the first day of me joining the bakery. They said they’ll supervise me for the first two months and if I do well they might end the training period soon. There are two more chefs working there who are apparently very nice! So excited to meet people of new traditions! “Hey Riley! Watch this.” My annoying roommate Ella shows me this random video of a boy who’s doing these jerkass thirst traps. Well they weren’t that bad but how do you expect me to react to a boy leaning towards his camera! “Wtf Ella! This is so gross!” “Oh c’mon i know your happy” she says “seriously this is the worst thing i’ve ever seen today.” “Worse than Leo’s face?” Leo is my other unhygienic roommate. “Well that’s something I could question myself about.” We laughed, I could call them all annoying but surviving here without them would be hard as trying to make a dessert without knowing what sugar is. The next morning, I woke up to the smell of freshly baked bread wafting through the apartment. Somehow, even Leo’s snoring didn’t seem so bad today. I grabbed my bag, took a deep breath, and whispered to myself, “Alright Riley, first day. Don’t mess this up.”. As I walked through the streets of Paris I thought to myself, Riley you’re in Paris a city of dreams, of love, of positivity and light! How could anything go bad if you’re in Paris!
At least that’s what I thought. When I entered the bakery, the smell of freshly baked muffins was so strong that my stomach, which was once full, felt like it had never been more emptier. But one thing was much more stronger than that, the sense of everyone staring at me. One thing that annoys me in Paris is how people think of themselves, some rich ass kids who could purchase you like they purchase their monthly groceries. “Hey! You’re the new baker, right?” a soft voice called out to me. “Um yeah! Nice to meet you, I’m Riley.” I said in a shaky tone. “Oh! I’m Claire.” She was sweet, like her voice made her personality come out. “Claire, we need you here.” “Coming! God! Come, I’ll show you around.”A wave of relief hit me. If everyone here was like Claire, maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Riley meet Ethan, our best chef!” she said. “Hey Ethan! Best chef huh? Suits on you!” I don’t know why the hell I said that. That was not at all funny. “Good one Riley! I’m Ethan.” His face expression told me that it was not funny. “Well since it’s your first day, I suppose you’ve already met Madame Nina right?” he said in a frightful tone, like i was supposed to know this from the start. “Who’s Madame Nina?” I said. Ethan’s eyes widened like I’d just insulted the Eiffel Tower. “You don’t know Madame Nina? Oh, Riley…” he sighed dramatically. “She’s not just our boss, she’s the boss. Rich, sharp, and hotter than Paris in July. Walk in wearing heels that could probably step on your entire career. She built this bakery from scratch and basically owns half this street.” “Wow,” I muttered. “So… intimidating?” “More like intimidating and stunning. Think expensive perfume, silk outfits, and a death stare that makes grown men forget how to breathe.” As he spoke I just could not wait to meet her. I love women who stand on their own and build their own empire. These girls define what feminism is. I’ve always dreamt of having my own bakery, a place filled with warmth and coziness. A place where I could feel like I’m at home. Hearing that I would be supervised by a person like that, I think I’m in good hands. “What are you wizards doing here? The bakery is about to open and you’re still muttering?” Wizards? I thought she’s the type of inspiration to girls who think of starting their own lives. “You’re the new baker right? Welcome!” “Thanks, this place is really good and I’m glad to be here working for you!” I said. “Ethan and Claire would have shown you your way around the bakery so do what you’re asked to, and no you would not get paid during your training period.” She was smooth as hell and just like Ethan described her. Working here in Paris, I’ve always dreamt of a life like this. A small famous bakery shop with people surrounding me being kind. I didn’t move from New York to Paris for just nothing. Standing under this beautiful sky with an evening so beautiful, Not everyone gets a chance to live in a city they love and admire. I will always be glad for standing here and continuing my mom’s legacy.
