“Six point eight. Oh, wow. I was right; it was a big one.” She forced herself to hold back another very inappropriate giggle. Maybe she had gotten hit on the head.
Obviously, she would be stuck inside of her favorite bakery, with no baked goods and the baker who hated her, right after a massive earthquake, on Valentine’s Day. Just her luck.
“I just figured you were really great at baking but bad at counting. Frankly, I was worried that your business wouldn’t succeed if you kept giving everyone so much free stuff.”