"Constanze!"

Constanze raised her head from the cupcake that she was trying to decorate-key word: trying-, annoyed. Her family knew how much she hated when they cut her off in the middle of something, especially when the something is baking.

"Yeah?" she said, focusing on the cake again, hoping that the person would give up on talking to her while she was fucking working.

Mark, her brother, barged into the room, looking pretty alarmed.

"Sissy, where is the order book?" he asked calmly.

"How am I supposed to know that? I baked the two cakes ordered for today this morning, then, mom probably took it back!"

It was always the same story. Working with your family seems fun until it actually happens. Then, you regret it fiercely. But what can Constanze say? She loves the bakery. She loves baking cakes all day, even all night, sometimes. It just makes her happy. And it makes her happy to see the customers happy as well. Cakes make everyone happy.

"I found it," Mark said, putting the book just next to her cupcake, going through the pages quickly to find today's one.

Constanze sighed and put the pastry bag on the counter.

"What's your problem, exactly? Can't you just tell me?"

"Look," he finally found the page, "can you read me the second order out loud?"

"For fuck's sak-"

"Just do it!"

"A cake for eight, blackberry. See? I'm 18 and I can read!"

"No, you fucking cannot! Blackberry? I mean, blackberry?" Mark repeated, suddenly mad. "How can you read the word blackberry, Constanze, seriously! It's blueberry!"

"Are you kidding me, you can clearly read the wo-" she stopped mid-sentence, realizing that she indeed was wrong since the beginning. It was written blueberry. Not blackberry. "Fuck."

"Yep," Mark nodded.

"It's okay, I'll call the people who ordered the cake to apologize. Did they call to complain?"

"Actually, yes, and that's why I'm here. They didn't realize that it was blackberries instead of blueberries in the cake, so they ate it."

"Amazing, see, it's no big dea-"

"Sissy, the birthday girl is allergic to blackberry."

Constanze opened her mouth before biting her lips.

"Are you kidding me? Is she okay?"

"How quickly can you make up a lie for mom and dad? We have to pay her a visit to the hospital without them to know, if you wanna live longer."

_

The ride to the hospital was very...rough. Mark, being only 16, couldn't drive, so, he had to sit next to a very agitated Constanze. She was feeling awful about the mistake she made, and clearly, she had every right to. Which doesn't mean that she had to say that she was sorry a thousand times to Mark, because, well, he's not the one who ate a blackberry cake being allergic to that exact fruit. So, when they finally entered the hospital, Mark was kinda relieved-hew was not alone with her sister anymore. But now, they had a bigger problem: one of them had to explain what happened to the girl's family.

"Wait!" Mark screamed at Constanze.

"What? We really don't have time to discuss whatever your problem is right now!"

"What are we gonna tell the family?"

"What do you mean?" Constanze frowned.

"So, you really wanna tell them that you can't read? An order? They are gonna sue us! What if the girl is dead?"

"Mark! Don't say that!"

"I'm serious. Think about it."

Constanze closed her eyes. She hated to admit it, but her brother was right. They couldn't tell them the truth.

"I'll talk, and you'll just listen, nod your head or something. Don't add anything, though, okay?" Mark decided-her sister simply sucked at lying, he couldn't let her do that.

"Alright. I'll nod my head," Constanze repeated as if it was a very handful task before going to the receptionist. Mark let her talk this time and zoned out, because it seemed like a really harmless talk, but two minutes later, he realized that Constanze was yelling at the lady.

"What do you mean by "you can't see her"? Of course we can, that's why we're here!"

"You're not a family member," the lady said with a big smile plastered of her face, "I'm sorry."

"They actually are," a voice said, coming from the corridor, and when the siblings looked at the person, they both hold their breath.

"Oh," the lady said, sounding disappointed. "fine, mister Alcântara."

Mark was out of breath because Rafael Alcântara was in front of him, and he just loved the football player. Actually, he liked Thiago more than Rafinha-because he was supporting Bayern since day one, but seeing the blaugrana with his own eyes was absolutely incredible.

Constanze was just shocked because he was hot.

"Follow me."

Constanze nodded her head-she was already taking her job very seriously or/and happy to follow a hot guy like him-, and the three of them started to walk through the corridor from where Rafael was coming. They finally entered the waiting room, where apparently, the rest of the family was waiting for us.

Mark could recognize them: Mr do Nascimento and Mrs Alcântara, talking to each other with frowns on their faces; and Thiago, drinking a coffee. The only person missing was Thaisa: the birthday girl.

To sum up, Constanze didn't know how to read, the girl was allergic to the fruit that Constanze put instead of the one ordered, and this exact girl was Thaisa Alcântara.

Mark wanted to kill himself right now.

Constanze, on the other hand, was dying because of all these hot guys. The first one was hot, but wow, the second one was even hotter.

"Hi, you're the one I had on the phone, right?" Thiago asked to Mark, offering him a hand. He shook it, even more shocked than before.

It wasn't just a hand; it was Thiago Alcântara's hand!

"Uh, um, yeah, it was m-me. Look, I am deeply sorry for what happened. I took your order on the phone, and I heard blackberry, I cannot believe it happened, I just-"

"Hey, it's okay." Thiago said, patting on his shoulder.

Thiago just touched his shoulder! Goals.

"My sister will be fine. More fear than harm."

"Really?" he asked, and Constanze sighed loudly, relieved.

Yeah, despite the fact that it was really hot in there, she didn't forget why she was here in the first place.

However, the peace didn't last long, because Mrs Alcântara came to talk to Thiago-in Spanish, and even though Mark and Constanze were absolutely not fluent, they could see that she was mad.

"Uh, so," Thiago said, "my mom obviously wants a payment of damages, I'm sure you both can understand that."

"Yeah, of course!" Constanze said. She wasn't supposed to talk during the apology and explanation part, but that part was over, so, she couldn't miss the chance to talk to this hot guy. "We're gonna refund you."

"And you can have free cakes from our bakery for as long as you wish." Mark added, and Constanze look weirdly at him. And she was the one supposed to nod?

"Well, thank you, I really appreciate that," Thiago answered, even more surprised than Constanze. "I'll stop by next week for sure."

"We have to go now," Mark said, ecstatic to know that he was going to see one of his favorite football player again soon. "Have a nice day!"

He waved before starting to walk towards the exit, Constanze behind him, almost running to catch up on him.

"Have a nice day? Really, brother? Their day is fucked up already, they can't have a nice day!"

"Remind me whose fault it is?"

Constanze rolled her eyes.

"Thank you," she said when they we're both seated in the car. "for saving my ass today."

"You're welcome, sissy."

_

In the hospital's waiting room, the Alcântara family was still waiting for Thaisa to be released.

"Why are those children taking the orders and baking the cakes, anyway? That's absolutely illegal!" their mother said, still mad about the encounter.

"Mom, don't be dramatic. I'm sure the girl is at least 18," Thiago sighed.

"We should have celebrated your sister birthday in Barcelona. At least, Kate and Elena's bakery doesn't make that kind of mistakes!"

"It's Elisa," Rafinha corrected. "Mom, why don't you and dad have a break, take a coffee or something in the cafeteria, mmh? Thiag and I will stay there."

After arguing for a few minutes, the Alcântara do Nascimento parents decided that it was a good idea, and left the two brothers in charge.

"Are you going to go?" Rafinha asked, frowning. "To the bakery, I mean."

"Of course," Thiago shrugged. "It's free cakes."

"Bro," Rafael smiled, "you're clearly not going there for the cakes."

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WOW can you believe that im writing my first story in English?!
Fr im still not fluent so im sorry for the mistakes but i really wanted to try and to write about this subject in English so here i am