Juliette/Evander | Baker’s Dozen | 1:15pm
"Excuse me," a tall man approached the counter from behind Juliette, towering over her small frame. Yet despite his size and the suit of Judges' armor he wore, his stature did not appear intimidating. A warm smile to greet the cashier, a prim and straight-backed posture—these were not the gestures of a threatening giant.
On lunch break, he was still Judge Evander Finch. Perhaps at home, he would be Brother or Son; and he was Evan amongst friends; then still, Lord to those who noted nobility. Whatever name he bore, Evan was the type of man who had not tired of surprising coworkers with baked goods on their birthday. It was his lunch break after all, and stomach growling, he volunteered to buy the Courts' newest addition to the group of fifty-pluses some dessert.
Hurrying over by way of the city's teleportation system, he recalled this particular bakery from a notice on the network and saw this as a perfect opportunity to try the goods. Or, more accurately, to allow another to try them.
"Dozen cupcakes, please." He waved his hand towards the glass case, giving the young girl a small smile as his glance passed her.