Characters: Gaia and Sif Date/Time: Morning, June 13th. Location: Frosted Fancies. Rating: PG. Warnings: Possible language. Summary: The bakery attracts a different sort of patron.
The bell jingled merrily as she opened the door and walked in. Standing in the doorway, she inhaled deeply, smelling all the delicious aromas of baking as her face lit up with a brilliant smile-- not all of which was complete artifice. Whether it was a hot fresh brownie, or the sugar coating on the bitter pill, a bit of something sweet did everybody good.
The bakery was deserted; it was the lull between the opening rush and the lunchtime rush. This was as she planned, of course; she was hoping to have a good long uninterrupted conversation with the owner.
Her smile stayed in place as she put her sunglasses up on her forehead and walked toward the counter. "That smells so good! I came in here just to see what it was!" she called out.