The phone in the bakery rang. Holly picked it up.

“Hi, you’ve reached Breezewood Bakery; how may we help you?”

“Hello. Do you carry cheesecake?”

“No, we don’t have any cheesecake.”



“Are you sure?”

“We don’t have any cheesecake. I’m already 300 pounds; what do I need cheesecake for?”

“You’re 300 pounds?”


“Well, I like big girls. How about I come by later to check you out?”


“What did you say your name was?”


“Alright, Stephanie, I’ll see you soon.”


Holly hung up the phone and started laughing. Michael the baker was standing nearby and had overheard her half of the conversation; now he was curious to know more.

“What was that all about?”

“Some guy called and asked if we had cheesecake, I told him that we didn’t need cheesecake because I was already 300 pounds! He says ‘I like big girls, I’m gonna come by to check you out,’ then he asked for my name, so I told him it was Stephanie.”

Michael laughed.

“Why did you tell him that?”

“I don’t know.”

“What if he comes looking for Stephanie?”

“I doubt he will.”

An hour passed by. The bell above the door rang as a tall, stocky man dressed in the dirtied work clothes of a laborer entered the bakery with haste and approached the counter. Holly walked up to greet him.

“Hi, is Stephanie here?”

“Oh, Stephanie, she’s not here. She left for the day.”


“Sorry, you missed her.”

“I can’t believe it. I’m only in town for work today, I’m leaving tonight. I don’t know when I’ll be back here.”


“There’s no way I could get her phone number or something?”

“We can’t give out that kind of information.”

“Do you have a picture of her, anything like that?”

“No, we don’t just have pictures of our employees laying around.”

“Tell me, is she beautiful?”

“I don’t know; I’m not into girls.”

The man left the counter, defeated. The bell rang again as he exited the bakery. Holly burst into hysterics as soon as the door closed.

Michael chuckled. “You probably ruined his night.”

“Probably,” she said with a laugh.