Snow-like powdered sugar falls in an unhurried fashion from her sifter as she closes her eyes to breathe in the warm, yeasty smell of freshly baked bread.
“Ahem” comes from a deep voice somewhere above her bent-over head.
Eyes opened wide now, she jerks up to meet the voice, but, alas, the sugar follows as well.
A small white cloud of snow envelops the two and a shocked silence settles in the wake of the small explosion. Aghast, her cheeks turn as red as the holiday decorations behind her and she glares at the sifter in betrayal.
“You know, I think a little sugar was just what I needed today.” says the voice. She looks up to catch kind eyes and a soft smile staring back from a very, very white powdered face.
“Um…W-would you like a waffle… on the house…?” comes out from her startled mouth before she can statch it back.
“Please. But I think I’d better skip the extra sugar. We already have that covered.”