Delilah bit her lip as she finished glazing the last cupcake with cream cheese frosting, it ending in a perfect swirl. She smiled, satisfied with her work and placed the tray of freshly made sweets behind the glass display, by the cafÃ©â€™s register, next to all the other lovely looking mini-desserts. She dusted herself off, brushing her hands over her dark black apron with the words â€˜Brewed Awakeningsâ€™ stitched neatly in light blue on the pocket in the center and she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear as she started to wipe to the counter next to the display, with a washcloth.<br/><br/>It was fairly late, about 7:50 PM, and her shift was almost over, since Delilah had school the next morning. Sheâ€™d decided, some time ago, to start saving up money for university, and picked up part-time work at a cafÃ© near her house, about twenty minutes on foot. Her sweet nature and lovable personality landed her a waitressing job almost immediately, even with no experience, and she and the three other waitresses there, Sophie, Jess and Linda soon became friends. They were older than her, Linda and Sophie were married, and Linda had two children, even, but they found Delilahâ€™s shy personality beyond adorable; she had been like their cute new little doll at the time she first came.  Even her boss, Penelope, the owner of the small business, loved her dearly, and even paid her extra to make some of her amazing desserts for the cafÃ©, which seemed to reel in more and more people each day. Especially popular were her red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. They were always the first ones to go.<br/><br/>After Delilah would leave at 8:00 PM, Linda or Sophie took over one more shift before closing time. Delilah would usually go home and finish off any homework she had missed, and then spend some leisure time on the computer or in a book, until it was time to get washed up and go to bed.<br/><br/>As she finished cleaning the counter, and washing some dishes and mugs, it became eight, and Delilah smiled slightly as she dried her hands, to take her apron off and call it a day.  That was until Linda came up to her, chewing her lip anxiously.<br/><br/>â€œDel, sweetheartâ€¦ Is there any chance you could mind my shift for today? Amandaâ€™s a bit sick and Robertâ€™s busy with some work due tomorrow, and canâ€™t watch herâ€¦ I donâ€™t want to ask Sophie to do it, because she has the late shift tomorrowâ€¦â€ she said pleadingly. Amanda was Lindaâ€™s four year old daughter, and Delilah went over to babysit her and her sister, Julie, sometimes, when Linda and Robert wanted to go out and spend some alone time together.  The girl sighed and smiled, nodding. Sheâ€™d already finished her homework and anything else that needed to be done from before, and she couldnâ€™t say no to helping out a friend. Besidesâ€¦ she had a soft spot for children; especially Amanda.<br/><br/>â€œSure.  Not a problem.  I hope Mandy feels better soon. Here, give her and Julie these, from me,â€ she said with a gentle smile, handing the woman two chocolate muffins; the girlsâ€™ favourites.  Linda hugged the small girl tightly and thanked her over and over on her way out, promising a repayment of some sort, until she finally exited the door. Delilah sighed and started to dry the dishes she washed before, shaking her head and smiling.<br/><br/>Customers came and left, but the girl managed to handle everything with the ever-present small smile on her face. Almost all of the desserts were now gone and the only things left were a few large chocolate chip cookies and a single red velvet cupcake, which happened to remain that very fateful day. As the girl was cleaning yet another table, she heard the door swing open and looked up to see who came, out of habit.