Fancy stood outside the bakery and snubbed out her cigarette butt on the street with the toe of her shoe before she dared entered the bakery. She did not want the smell of the smoke to interfere with the wonderful smells inside. She had too much respect for the food for that. She was French after all.
The spring air was chilly, even more so when the wind blew so. It kept hers wide awake and chipper this morning, but only because she had been up all night. She was still winding herself down before she could sleep, and a sugary snack before bed seemed like just the treat a hard working woman like her deserved this morning.
"Bonjour." She greeted the shopkeeper as she entered.