The woman was exhausted.
Taliah simply couldn't keep up with the demand of orders that swept through The Bakery - the pandemic that plagued the city was making it difficult for humans to wander as normal. Instead, they placed a million orders for pick up or delivery. Despite having a few hands on board as help, the woman was awake long before the sun rose and still packaging when the sun went down. She wouldn't lie to herself that it wasn't good for her business - Taliah merely wanted a moment to sleep. Still, she couldn't deny that she didn't enjoy it - being busy from dusk until dawn was something she rather loved. It also gave her an excuse to be in the warmth of the kitchens rather than stuck outside in the rainy weather. At least it wasn't raining today.
Dusting her hands on her apron, she arranges the new loaves of bread on a rack to cool, the scent of yeast wafting through the air. Her dark hair fell in disarray around her dark skin, the locks falling from a bun piled on top of her head. The sun was just beginning to set and she was pleased that she had finally gotten ahead of the orders, she might actually be able to enjoy the evening after all. A rare occurrence and yet, the apartment above the shop was in desperate need of cleaning. Sighing, she takes a smaller loaf of bread in her hand and breaks it - just as fresh steam rises from it. Taking a deep breath, a small satisfied smile graces her lips as she nibbles on an end. Bringing one half back to her lips, she gently holds it with her teeth just as she removes her apron and hangs it carefully from a speed rack.
Her white shirt does a well enough job hiding the flour that dusted her however, her pants were entirely another story. The dark jeans had handprints all across them, her shoes absolutely coated in the white powder, though she hardly minds as she busies herself with her loaf of bread and pushes through the double doors into the front. Humming quietly to herself, she makes her way to the register to snag a list of deliveries that they needed to make for the morning - a triple check on Taliah's part, the woman hardly wanting to miss anyone. The silence of the bakery was comforting in that moment, the were having turned of the music earlier in the afternoon, content to work in the silence. Busying herself with a cup a tea, she finishes making it, slipping the list beneath her hand and the loaf of bread in the other as she makes her way to a small table next to the window.
Sitting, she bends over the list and begins to check it once more, her green eyes scanning the paper meticulously.
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