‘And,’ said Pearl loudly, noticing Issy had vanished into a reverie and assessing, correctly, that she was fantasizing about the handsome young banking adviser, and not for the first time; ‘and he said he had a message for you.’

‘A what?’ said Issy, startled.

‘A message. Just for you.’

Issy sat bolt upright on her sack.

‘What was it?’

Pearl tried to get it exactly right.

‘It was … “Tell her, ‘You showed ’em’.”’

‘You showed them? I showed them what? … Oh,’ said Issy as she realized he meant the other café owners of Stoke Newington. ‘Oh,’ she said, going pink. He had thought about her! He was thinking about her! OK, maybe only from the point of view of his business investment, but still …

‘Oh, that’s nice,’ she said.

Pearl was looking at her.

‘Private joke,’ said Issy.

‘Oh is it?’ said Pearl. ‘Well, on the plus side, I suppose you’re keeping him sweet.’

Issy glanced at Pearl. ‘What about you?’ she said. ‘How’s your love life?’

Pearl grimaced. ‘Is it that obvious?’

‘You cleaned the same toilet four times,’ said Issy. ‘I don’t want you to think I’m not grateful, but …’

‘No, no, I know,’ said Pearl. ‘Ach. Well, Louis’s dad … he came round.’

‘Oh,’ said Issy. ‘And is that good, bad, fine, terrible, or all of the above?’

‘Or e) I don’t know,’ said Pearl. ‘I think e) I don’t know.’

‘Oh,’ said Issy. ‘Is Louis pleased?’

‘Ecstatic,’ said Pearl grumpily. ‘Can we change the subject?’

‘Yes!’ said Issy. ‘Um. OK. Right. OK. Well, here we are having wine, so I might as well go for it. I hate to ask a delicate question, but … are you losing weight?’

Pearl rolled her eyes.

‘Maybe,’ she said. ‘Not on purpose,’ she added defiantly.

‘You know I don’t mind you eating stock,’ said Issy, worried she’d offended.

‘You know,’ said Pearl, ‘don’t tell the customers, and you are a baking genius, but …’

Issy looked at her. There was a glint of mischief in Pearl’s eyes.

‘I seem to … I seem to have gone off sweet things altogether. I’m sorry, Issy! I’m sorry! It’s not you! Don’t sack me!’

Issy opened her mouth and started to laugh.

‘Oh God, Pearl, please, please don’t.’

‘What?’ said Pearl.

‘I haven’t eaten a cake in six weeks.’

They both made horrified faces, then burst into fits of laughter.

‘What are we like?’ said Pearl, helpless. ‘Next time, can we open a chip shop?’

‘Absolutely,’ said Issy. ‘Chips and crisps.’

‘I am dreaming about this place,’ said Pearl. ‘Every second of every day. I’m not saying it’s not great, Issy, honestly. But the hours … the hours are filling me up.’

‘Me too,’ said Issy. ‘Me too. For me to admit I don’t like eating cake any more … it’s a complete denial of me. As a person.’

‘This is bad,’ said Pearl. ‘Could be bad for quality control.’

‘Hmm,’ said Issy. ‘Maybe we need a new member of staff.’

Pearl made a quiet fist of triumph underneath the sack.

‘Hmm,’ she said non-commitally, as if she wasn’t fussed one way or the other.

Of all things, Issy hadn’t expected finding someone else to help out the least bit difficult. Times were hard and people were desperate for jobs, weren’t they? As soon as she’d put a sign up in the window, she figured she’d get the whole thing organized in ten seconds flat – in fact a little bit of her wondered whether she might manage to poach a top patissier down on their luck a bit from one of the big hotels, who didn’t want to work nights and, er, didn’t mind minimum wage plus tips.

Instead, the stream of people who responded to the card – and later, the ad they took out in the Stoke Newington Gazette extolling the success of the café and thanking the supportive community – were all unsuitable. (As she drafted the ad, Issy couldn’t help the faintly spiteful gleam in her eye when she thought of the other cafés reading it. It was mean of her, she realized, and tried to suppress it immediately. But it was a lovely ad, beautifully designed; she would absolutely have to start paying Zac one of these days.) Finding a new member of staff wasn’t anything like as easy as she’d expected. Some people came in for a chat and did nothing but slag off their last employers; one person announced they would need Tuesday and Thursday afternoons off to visit their therapist; one asked when the salary would be going up and at least four had never baked in their lives but didn’t think it could be that difficult.

‘It’s not that difficult,’ Issy had explained to Helena, who was putting on make-up. ‘It’s that they can’t even be arsed to pretend they love cakes. It’s like me expecting them to be even vaguely interested in the job is somehow uncool. God, it’s been weeks.’

‘You sound five thousand years old,’ said Helena, smoothing some thick, shimmery greeny-gold stuff on her eyelids that made her look goddess-like rather than tarty. Not that Ashok wouldn’t treat her like a goddess anyway. Madly, it was Issy being so busy that had finally swayed her in his direction. She missed her best mate and having someone to go out with. It was all right both of them being single together. It was rubbish sitting watching America’s Next Top Model repeats every night by herself.

One day Ashok, looking very dashing in a pink shirt under his white coat that set off his huge dark eyes, had casually sidled up to her in A&E while she was clearing up a pile of sick. (There were meant to be cleaners to do that kind of thing, but finding one meant phoning central services and being put on hold for half an hour while they connected you to the contracted-out team, and frankly it was easier just to do it yourself before someone slipped on it and broke their coccyx, plus it gave a good example to the junior nurses.) He had said, ‘Now I suppose you are very busy on Thursday evening. However, just in case you aren’t, I took the liberty of reserving a table at Hex, so do let me know.’




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