Chapter Twenty One

Lola breezed into the shop, the lingering scent of fresh cookies and books filling her senses making her mouth water. It made her feel warm and fuzzy. It was the smell she associated with Erik.

“Erik, are you in?” She called out. The sign on the door had said he was closed. Lola knew he usually didn’t flip the sign to open until after lunch on Sundays.

“In here.”

Following the delicious aroma Lola walked into the kitchen, she paused when she saw him. Taking in the fact that he had pressed his slacks and he wore a button-up shirt. The sleeves folded up to his elbows, revealing surprisingly muscular arms. She was right, this tea was a date. She was glad she had dressed up and put on some lipstick and mascara.

“Good morning, Lola.” He said, glancing up as he picked up the tea set, taking in her floral skirt and pink tank top. The light makeup she had on only added to her beauty. “I thought we could have tea on the back porch since it’s a lovely morning.”

“I’ll get the door for you.”