The shop had only been running a few short weeks, with Bragi managing it from out of town until recently when he was able to move to the city. Moving around every couple of years or so had become a usual occurrence. He had found that by staying in one place for too long he was risking exposure. Normally he waited a good decade of two before returning to a place he'd already been, for fear of running into someone he had known before.
Bragi wasn't sure he would ever get used to how fast paced New York was, or how many people were constantly on the streets. Even the stores overwhelmed him at times. At least he was catching on to the subway system; he hadn't bought a car due to people urging him that having a car in New York City was mad. So he was quite glad he had sold his previous car because he was not going to drive in that madness.
He was in the back kneading some bread when he felt another of his kind. It happened often, but this one felt distinct. Familiar. He hadn't had enough contact with gods in recent years to realize he was feeling another of his pantheon. It made him look through the doors curiously into the main shop. As yet, he couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from but he wiped his hands and hung up his apron to casually check out the front.