Footsteps crunched on the snow that had fallen that week, as the lone figure walked through the snow and ice on the sidewalks of the Main street in the tiny town. Her fingers, with their delicately manicured nails, were stuffed into the pockets of her oh so fashionable pink peacoat that covered her, helping to fight off the bitter chill that threatened to have her start shivering.
Thoughts plagued her mind. Doubts about herself, about her safety, about the safety of everyone around her, filled her. Even her very sanity was questioned, at this point. Things were being moved, in her home. She knew they were. Things were simply not where she remembered leaving them, when she came home from the bakery, day after day, since the day after Christmas. Thoughts that Vihaan had found her, that he would hurt someone she cared about, chased each other around in her head. She had spoken with Lahni, who assured her that Vihaan did not know where she was, that Lahni's phone had been destroyed after the reading at the library on Christmas Eve, and that Liah was perfectly safe.
Liah wasn't so sure of that, herself.
She needed something to do, something to take her mind off of all of this, that they were supposed to have left behind in Hawaii, when they moved halfway across the country to escape Vihaan's reign of terror. Liah only had so many skills, to offer. She looked good in lingerie and jewelry. She could sing and dance, and if pushed, could act decently. And she could bake. Of those, she really only felt like baking, or at least preparing food of some sort. Maybe learn Mexican cooking? That might be something enjoyable. James' family was Mexican, she recalled. Maybe she would be able to make his Mama something that she might like, someday?
The local Hispanic bakery loomed on the horizon, and Liah huffed a breath, and headed towards the building, the warmth from the ovens and the heating hitting her like a brick wall, as she opened the door. She had never met the man who ran this store before, but she had heard a lot about him. Good-natured, excellent at what he did, and mostly from her friends, hot as all hell. Kaliah saw him when she entered, and she took in his appearance. So, the reports were accurate, on that front.
Liah gave him a smile in greeting. “Hi, there,” She started, standing barely taller than the display racks that his food was kept in. “I'm Kaliah.....I run the other bakery in town.” Liah wanted to be up front with who she was and why she was here. She didn't want there to be any misconstrued thoughts about her stealing his recipes. “I...uh....I know this is probably a little out of the ordinary for another baker to ask you this, but....”
Liah looked at the food that was in the case and it all looked amazing. She didn't know what half of it was, if it was sweet or savory even. Looking back up at the man, she smiled slightly. “I'd really appreciate it if you could teach me about Hispanic food, even just a little.” Holding up her hands a bit, which were shaking from the nerves that had plagued her since Christmas, Liah tried to explain herself. “I am not looking to expand my business, or steal your recipes, in any way. I....”
Running a hand over her hair, which was pulled up in a long ponytail today, Liah looked a little troubled. “I moved here to get away from some things in my life that I wanted to leave behind. And I can't stop being afraid that they've followed us here. I just want an hour or two a week, just to relax and take my mind off things, and have a good time. Maybe learn a few things in the process....although......no guarantees there. I'm not too good with making actual food, just baking things, so....” Liah smirched her mouth to one side. “You're probably going to tell me you don't do lessons....and I understand totally.” Outfit with longer top and no belly button ring