Sadie
Hockey Men Invasion
Soon, the line outside of Sweet Seasons Bakery stretches halfway down Main Street by seven-thirty on Saturday morning.
Again.
I stand behind the expanded front counter holding a tray of maple pecan bars while tourists openly try to photograph the mural wall that says:
WELCOME TO THE HOCKEY BAKERY
Honestly, Briar Cove has become emotionally unmanageable. Our “hockey man” continues to thrill the town. Who would have guessed it would last this long?
“Mommy,” Jillie whispers dramatically beside the espresso machine, “those women are pretending to order muffins while actually staring at Colby.”
I glance toward the front windows.
Sure enough, four women in Frostholm Blizzards scarves are absolutely pretending to discuss cinnamon scones while very obviously watching my boyfriend carry flour sacks through the kitchen doorway.
To be fair:
he’s wearing a dark Henley
his sleeves are pushed up
he’s laughing at something Toby said
and he looks unfairly attractive holding fifty pounds of bread flour
So honestly, I understand them.
I just wish they’d stop knocking over the napkin station.
“I can still hear you,” Colby calls from the kitchen.
Jillie gasps. “Hockey hearing.”
“Very advanced condition.”
Toby appears immediately behind him carrying approximately fourteen boxes and somehow still talking at full volume. “I’m telling you right now,” he announces to the bakery at large, “the goat at the petting zoo was emotionally hostile.”
Mrs. Bellamy doesn’t even look up from frosting cupcakes. “That’s because animals sense weakness.”
