Mrs. Lewis was a very big customer of Gianna's. In fact, she was probably the person who'd really gotten her business so successful. She'd had a party for all her female friends and Gianna's desserts had been the last course. Everyone raved and asked for her number.
Since then, Gianna felt a certain obligation to bring pastries by the older lady's apartment every few weeks or so. Today was one of those days. Having spent an hour with Mrs. Lewis chatting about life and her upcoming son's wedding, she was headed back to the bakery and her apartment.
Turning the corner, she saw Gus. Someone she hadn't seen in a bit, for some odd reason. Was he smoking? All the years she'd known him, Gianna never knew he smoked. Walking up behind him, she crossed her arms in front of her. "That's a disgusting habbit."