She slips the apron on timing it about her with care. Annie finds the apron is made for someone much taller than her. That's okay with her. She brushes her hair back to keep the long locks out of the way.

"Really?" That gets him a soft grin. "Sounds like you had fun."

She reaches and touches his arm lightly.

"Watch what I do. We're lucky the machinery should cut back on the work....we'll need to let the dough raise for one hour after we get it ready." Annie looks up at him through the fringe of her hair. God, he us so good looking she could melt. "I'm sure we'll stay busy until then."

Talking. Getting to know each other. She wants to kiss him but that should wait. They have the whole night. Annie shows him how to prepare the yeast explaining why they blend it and let it sit in warm water. Baking is science. Biology and chemistry combined to make art that can be eaten. She thinks it is beautiful.

She doesn't tell him that but she tells him what measurements of flour she is using. Why the salt goes on the far side of the 'well' she makes with her large spoon. The yeast has to be protected from the salt but the salt helps create flavor in the dough.

The olive oil helps too. Everything has a function and place. "It's not that bad. Does it all make sense yet?"