Mel said. “I’m Oz,” he said. “The great and powerful?” Angie asked. His head swiveled on his neck in Angie’s direction. “Whoa, never heard that before,” he said. His sarcasm was thicker than Mel’s cream cheese frosting. “I’m sorry. How can I help you, Oz?” Mel asked. “This is Fairy Tale Cupcakes, right?” he asked. His voice was a low rumble and sounded like big-rig tires rolling on the Interstate. Mel watched his mouth move since she couldn’t see his eyes. “Yup, that’s us,” she said. “Then I’m your intern,” he said. Mel wasn’t sure, but his tone made it sound like he thought she might be dim. “And you’re from . . .” “Urban Tech High School,” he said with a sigh. “My counselor, Ms. Martin, sent me.” He handed her a form from the school, and sure enough, there was his name, his counselor’s name, and Mel’s bakery all filled out in very official-looking ink. His transcript was attached. “Wouldn’t you be happier at a guitar store or a tattoo parlor?”
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