Looking Up

My mind is running at a mile a minute. Is this really Steve?! Could it be? Am I just daydreaming again?! There's no way Steve could be here- sure it's a popular bakery but not THIS popular!
I shut my mind up with the realization that I'm standing in front Steve Mason and I STILL haven't said anything. He probably thinks I'm mute! Well here goes nothing...

I try to speak, but all that is coming out is gibberish and broken sentences.

"Uh... W-w-what w-w-would- H-h-how c-can I h-h-help-S-s-see- a-anything-?"

"Are you always this articulate?" he asks, cutting me off, chuckling at me once again.

I freeze again like a deer in headlights. Did he just make fun of me? Say something Elle! This stuttering business is not helping you look any less strange! Quick, I need to say something flirty!

"Well only when NHL bakeries come into my player!" I smirk at my comment, with one hand on my hip and the other on the counter. Wait... Oh my god... did I just switch players and bakery?! Steve gives me an amused look, his smile growing larger.

"Wait! I meant to say NHL players come into my bakery!" At this point, Steve is full on laughing at my attempt to ensue some playful banter. 'Smooth Elle, reaaaal smooth.' I say to myself.

"You can stop laughing at my embarrassment now!" I say laughing. I'm now face palming and attempting to hide how red my face is.

"You're quite the charmer...?" he pauses waiting for me to fill the silence with my name.

"Elle!" I squeak.

"I'm Steve, nice to meet you Elle."

Steve gives me the most sincere smile and I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I am totally ' fan girling ' inside but I'm trying my best to keep it together. He's just a regular guy right? With amazing hand-eye coordination, a Calder Trophy, a gold medal, and is the goalie for the Philadelphia Flyers. I shake my head and return from my daze.

"So- uhm-yeah, Steve what would you like?" I manage to get out clearly.

"I'll have one of those Flyers cookies please- they look great!" He points in the case and I retrieve it for him. I manage to keep my cool and avoid dropping the cookie making a bigger fool out of myself. I ring up his purchase and he pays for the Flyers cookie.

"Thank you so much for your purchase Steve! Please come again soon!"

He smiles and walks backwards towards the door. "You can bet on it Elle!"

As soon as he leaves, I start jumping up and down dancing. The fan girl I had suppressed while he was in front of me, is now bursting forward.

-----Steve's POV

As soon as I walk a few feet away from "Sweetie Pies"'s, I start to turn back. I stop at the front window and see Elle jumping up and down. I start to laugh and wait for her to notice me at the window. When she does, her body freezes and she slowly raises her hand and waves. I chuckle, shake my head, and wave back with a huge smile on face. I definitely want to see her again soon.

On the walk back to my car, Elle floods my mind. Her reaction was the best. I'm really relieved that she didn't come onto me or anything- she's definitely not a puck bunny. She is so sweet and real- and the fact that she looks beautiful without a ton of make-up is stunning.

I realized that I was so distracted that I didn't even try the Flyers cookie. I open up the brown paper bag and bite into the cookie. It is one of the best things that I've ever tasted! No wonder this place is one of the best bakeries in Philly. On the drive back to my apartment, I realize that I not only had a sweet tooth for "Sweetie Pies," but one for Elle too.

-----Elle's POV

Oh dear Lord, did he really just see me do that? I back up to the wall and slide down onto my butt slowly, wallowing in my embarrassment.

20 minutes pass and my aunt and uncle come back with lunch and we eat in the back room. I tell them about Steve coming into the shop and they could not believe me. They started talking about how it could do wonders for the bakery: boost sales, bring in more costumers.

While they go on about that, I start to zone out, thinking about Steve. Did he really mean he'd definitely be back? My heart starts to flutter as I think about him visiting me again.

"Elle!" My uncle yells from the front, "Help me out here, we have costumers."

As I walk up to the counter, I look out the window to where Steve was standing and let out a smile. "This only happens in the movies Elle" I murmur to myself. However, I couldn't help but to hope to see him again soon. "You can bet on it Elle" rang through my mind for the rest of the day.

When I get back to my apartment, I put on my large Flyers shirt and some yoga pants. In an attempt to take my mind off my exciting day, I start scrolling through my Instagram feed. My friends' pictures slowly but surely distracted me.

Suddenly, a picture of a Flyers cookie from "Sweetie Pies" fills my screen. My eyes dart to the screen name, and to my surprise, it reads "masey35." The caption is, "Best cookies in the world! #SweetiePies #Flyerscookies #givemeatruckloadofthesecookies #somebodygetmemorenow #yesplease" I start to laugh- his hash tags are literally the best things in the world. Then I read, "#thecutestgirlworksthere" My heart starts pounding- so hard I can hear it in my ears- and my smile grows a hundred times larger in a matter of nanoseconds. I jump up onto my couch, threw my arms up and started jumping up and down dancing like I did in the store- thankfully Steve wasn't here to see. When I tire myself out from jumping, I slump down into my couch- my face hurts from smiling so much.

Once I get into bed, I decide to look up some things on Tumblr and Pinterest since I know I'm not going to be able sleep from excitement for a while now. All that fills my mind is the image of Steve smiling at me. Every so often I look at the picture Steve put on Instagram; his voice is still ringing through my mind - "You can bet on it Elle."

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