Rebecca managed to keep the smile on her face when he turned down a coffee. It might not have made a huge difference with the totals at the end of the day, but every little bit counted in  her opinion. Besides, who didn’t like a coffee with their danish? And then it occured to her, as it often did when she allowed that little voice of doubt to whisper. What if her coffee wasn’t good? Could that be the reason she wasn’t selling it as well as her baked goods?<br/><br/>Becca wasn’t fond of coffee herself, and so she made it but never drank it. The redhead enjoyed a cup of tea over the stronger tasting coffee. She glanced towards the pot and wondered if she should ask…. maybe one of her sisters might be willing to be her guinea pig. It was only after a few minutes of worry floating around in her mind that she realized that he had been talking and she hadn’t been listening!<br/><br/>Reaching out to accept his card, Becca stared down at the elegant scroll and tried to understand why he was giving her his number. Had he just asked her on a date? Looking up somewhat alarmed, Becca took a moment to “check him out”.  He was gorgeous, in that GQ front page kind of way, and so Rebecca relaxed. There was no way in hell that guy ever would ask her out, she wasn’t in his league, not even on her best day. Which, if you asked Becca, were all behind her now that she had become a slave to the bakery.<br/><br/>As she glanced back at the card in her hand, parts of what he had been saying began to float from the corners of her mind. “Apple” he had said, and so she placed the card on the counter and busied herself with getting him his danish.<strong>”Sorry, I …. I don’t really…. um….”</strong>nibbling her bottom lip, Becca reached for a couple of pink napkins and offered the man the danish, now wrapped in a wax paper and placed within a brown bag.  Normally she would ask if it was for here or to go, but something told her to push this man out of her shop as soon as possible. Perhaps part of her recognized how dangerous he might be, but Becca took the instinct as a reaction from her own embarrassment.<br/><br/><strong>”I don’t really feel comfortable…. I mean…. going to a stranger's house.”</strong>As she was finally able to get out her concerns, Becca blushed. She might as well have told him that she didn’t trust him! Well, it wasn’t that, or was it? She had been living on her own for a while now, and so keeping herself safe was second nature to her. But then all he was asking for was fifteen minutes. Maybe if she didn’t accept anything to drink or eat?<strong>”Perhaps you might consider coming back here after we close?”</strong>Was there a difference? Hell yes there was! Becca knew where all the really sharp knives where in her own kitchen!