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Stacey Rivera (pinkyink) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Stacey was one of those strange people who was both a night owl and a morning bird. She enjoyed staying up until all hours, but also had no trouble waking with dawn and being obnoxiously happy even at all sorts of ungodly hours early in the day. Wednesdays in general were met with a little less excitement, being the start of her work week, but not much less. After all, she was living a dream come true when it came to her parlor, and she didn't mind spending a good portion of her time there.

This morning she'd tried to play with the cats for a while while making herself breakfast, though Merry had seemed more interested in stealing her toast than anything else, while Pippin had just wanted to lay in the patch of sun on the counter. Giving it up as a lost cause when he succeeded in dragging the bread to the floor, she slipped on a pair of sandals and left, figuring she could stop and pick something up to eat along the way.

Stepping into Sweet Nothings always made Stacey smile - the smells of everything were so similar to her mother's bakery that she had a lot of fond scent memories that never ceased to make her day better every time. And of course, there was the promise of something delicious in the very near future as well. Once she'd obtained her chocolate croissant and coffee, she turned to head back outside and open the shop - she was already a little late on that, but she wasn't particularly concerned as it was rare to have customers this early in the day without an appointment - but as she did so, she spotted Charlie at one of the tables. Making her way over, she greeted him with a bright smile as she said, "Good morning, sunshine!"