The scene filmed quickly enough. Everyone remembered their lines and made their marks. They ran through it a handful of times and then Henry declared himself satisfied. Afterwards, as he exchanged notes with the cinematographer, Holly approached him a little tentatively.
He turned and looked at her blankly. There was a brief pause before he said, “Yes?”
“I just wanted to check that the schedule hadn’t changed? I’m still not needed again until four o’clock?”
“Yes,” he said, a little annoyed. “You can still run off and do whatever it is you have planned.” He turned back to the cinematographer.
Holly cocked her head to one side. She got the distinct impression that he believed whatever it was she was up to was no good. She considered having it out with him but shrugged. It wasn’t worth it and she had enough drama to go face today as it was.
She hurriedly changed into her own clothes before leaving set and getting into her car. She pulled a map out of the glove compartment and checked it one final time before turning on the car and pulling out onto the road. The drive was about an hour and a half away, most of which she spent contemplating what she was going to say.
She reached the town of Redlands a little after one and drove towards Main Street. It was pretty place, with sidewalks and green trees. Care had obviously bene taken to keep a small town air even as Redlands had grown. She parked the car across the street from the Loft Bakery and got out, surveying the building.
It was on the street corner and there were several small tables and chairs set up outside. She could see a small crowd inside and there were a good many people coming out holding bakery bags.
Taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders, Holly crossed the road and went inside.
She looked around hoping to spot who she was here for, but the only two employees behind the counters were perfect strangers. She got in line and waited, slowly inching up to the front.
“How may I help you?”
She smiled at the server. “I’m actually here to see the owner. She’s an old friend of mine. Is she here?”
The server’s smile faltered and he scratched the back of his neck, clearly uncertain how to respond but finally nodded. “Hold on. I’ll check in her office.”
He popped out through a door and was gone for about a minute before coming back out, Amy trailing after him.
Amy locked eyes with Holly almost immediately. And beamed. Holly couldn’t help but feel relief sweep over her as she smiled back.
Amy led Holly through the back, to her office, where she plopped her down at a little table in the corner, hurried out and came back with two cups of coffee and a plate of cupcakes.
“Amy you didn’t have to-”
“Of course I did! Besides this is a bakery! There’s loads of cupcakes around for everyone.”
Holly took a sip of coffee and looked at the plate of sweets but couldn’t bring herself to take one. She had a lot to say and she didn’t think she could eat anything before she got through it all. The problem was, for all her planning and thinking ahead, she still wasn’t quite sure how to begin.
“The place looks great.”
“Thank you,” said Amy. “So far things have been going well. It seems we get more people coming in every day. It should start leveling off soon but so far everyone seems very happy with the place. And we got a great review in the local newspaper.”
“It must be a lot of work.”
“It is. But I also get to do a lot of baking. It’s wonderful. I can’t remember ever being so happy and excited to wake up every morning and get to work.”
“How-, you must have taken a loan out to help start it?”
“Well yes. To cover what my savings couldn’t. But,” said Amy hastily. “It’s probably better that way.”
“Oh Amy I’m so sorry,” Holly blurted out. “I’m sorry about what happened when I saw you last. The things I said-”
Amy shrugged. “It’s alright-”
“No. It was terrible what I said. And unfair. We’d always talked about going in together on your bakery. Why on earth wouldn’t you come to me when you’d finally decided to go ahead with the plan?”
“We hadn’t seen each other in a while.”
“That shouldn’t have changed it. And it wouldn’t have only-, it’s not an excuse Amy, it’s just the reason. I hadn’t been having a very good time of it and I just- lost my head a bit. I really am sorry. Would you forgive me?”
Amy reached over and squeezed her hand. “I’m just happy you’re here now.”
Holly smiled and grabbed a cupcake.