Rosalyn POV
Heading to my first day of work I won't lie and say I'm not nervous. I've never spent much time around humans, and I'm afraid I'll slip and say something I shouldn't. I push open the back door to the bakery and a man I've never met is kneading dough. He is handsome and looks to be in his early thirties. He looks up when he hears the door and offers me a warm smile. "You must be Rosalyn" he says, extending his dough-covered hand.
We both laugh as he pulls his hand back. "Please call me Rose." "It's a pleasure to meet you Rose. My name is Charlie. I'm Holly's cousin. She isn't here this morning, but she told me you would be coming." "It's nice to meet you, Charlie. Well, I guess I'm yours to teach the ways of the bake goods." He chuckles, and I head to the sink to wash my han
