Three days later returning home, Emily found a ginormous box from<i>Amazon</i>.  Struggling to drag it through the door, she wondered how much the company spent on packing materials to ship a simple box the size of a large bowling ball.  Cardboard shell gaping open and a living space filled with packing guts, a shiny red<i>Shoei</i>helmet sat perfectly upon her pink head.  Now when she rode<i>The Red Baron</i>, she could feel immensely safer.<br/><br/>A good excuse to see Boris again, the barista decided to surprise him with a batch of her best cookies.  Rumor had it that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach and the tall dark haired man was the first to inspire Emily to test the theory.  Humming along, it wasn’t long before the oven was pre-heated and dough ready for baking.  Filled with nervous excitement, she ended up making two types, an oatmeal raisin and a semi-sweet chocolate walnut cookie dough.  Delicious smells of the cooling treats filled the kitchen and obviously the hallway.  A few knocks on the door later, the youngest Nguyen child sat at Emily’s kitchen counter, enjoying warm cookies and a cold glass of milk.<br/><br/>“Emily,” Aaron a little boy with big dark eyes and engaging smile, declared with conviction, “you should bake all the time.”  Licking his fingers, he ticked off on the sticky digits all the things he loved that she’d made.  He kept her company while she filled a tin for Boris and made a plate for Aaron to take home.  Agreeing she’d come by later, Emily sent him on his way with a promise to save some for his older siblings.<br/><br/>A quick glance in the mirror and a new coat of lip gloss, she hurried downstairs to zoom over to<i>B’s Knees Moto. </i>Heart thumping a little faster and cheeks a little flushed from baking (and maybe from seeing Boris), Emily parked<i>The Red Baron </i>and stepped into the shop.