#FridayFling "bake" sometimes you run into the guy who's probably fucking your estranged wife, and you're both undercover and he's making bread, and you feel Totally Normal about it. you know how it goes

Iosi’s motions were hypnotic. He’d turned some of the dough out onto the counter and was massaging it, stretching and folding its soft form. The dough was pale yellow against the warmer, more golden shade of his large and capable hands. He began to roll it into long, smooth ropes. These, he pulled and smoothed and then twisted together, shaping intricate, round loaves. They were gently placed on a metal tray and then covered with a white cloth. Tenev’s face was warm. It must be the heat of the oven. A little sweat misted Iosi’s temples. He’d been working without pause for a dozen loaves now. He finished, swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, and left a trail of flour behind, white against his flushed skin. When he realized what he’d done, he scrunched his nose. Tenev dropped the potato he was holding and the peeler bit into his thumb. “Fuck!”