I overheard Sammi saying, so I made my way to the register. “Can I help you?” I asked the well-dressed, fifty-something woman politely. “This is Scarlett, she’s the owner.” I was wearing my uniform of black skinny jeans paired with a mint green shirt that was embroidered with my name and the Sweet Treats logo. Over that, I still had on my full apron, pastel yellow and embroidered with the Sweet Treats logo as well, but didn’t have my name on it. Macy, Ella, and Sammi all wore half aprons in either mint green, pastel yellow, or pale pink. Their shirts were the same colors, but like mine, had their names on them. Every day we paired a different colored apron and shirt together to go with the eggshell blue walls of the bakery, which in turn matched the thread on the embroidery. I was a fan of pastels because I thought they gave my space a calming and soothing feel. The entire color scheme, right down to the napkins, melded together perfectly.
