She drummed her fingers on the countertop, the rhythmic tapping a counterpoint to the chirping of birds outside. A fresh batch of croissants, golden-brown and perfect, sat cooling on a rack. Amelia had finally perfected the recipe; the buttery aroma alone was enough to make her feel fantastic. Her bakery, "Amelia's Delights," had won the local business of the year award. She had worked tirelessly, pouring her heart and soul into every bake.
A text message pinged. It was Liam, her college friend. "Remember that disastrous camping trip?" the message read.
Amelia’s chest tightened slightly. She did indeed recall that trip, the torrential downpour, the soggy tents, the way the fire wouldn't light. "Vividly," she typed back. "Why?"
"I was just thinking," Liam replied, "about how you single-handedly saved the trip by finding a dry spot for the fire. You were such a hero!"
Amelia stared at the message. She could feel a flush creeping up her neck. Liam was confused. "Liam, the only reason we survived the night was my ingenious tent setup," she replied with a touch of gentle correction. "And didn't I give you my warm jacket?" She had meticulously pitched the tent, her engineering knowledge from college put to excellent use, protecting them from the downpour.
Liam sent back a laughing emoji. "Sorry, Amelia, you've got the wrong memory. You spent the whole time huddled in your sleeping bag, moaning about the rain. I distinctly remember you borrowing my jacket."
Amelia huffed, a small laugh escaping her lips, her eyes scanning the perfectly displayed bakery. "No, I didn't," she wrote, a definite edge to her words. "You're getting things mixed up. I was practically Bear Grylls that night." She knew how capable she was. She was the one with the map, the compass, the survival skills!
The thought didn't last. She wiped the counter, the award gleaming on the wall. She deserved that recognition. She then grabbed her apron and began to pack the croissants.