Finn had been working at the cafe since he was a little over 13.
Of course, legally, this wasn't allowed; however, Finn was well acquainted with the store owner, as it was near the middle school, and (prior to his employment,) he stayed in the cafe for hours at a time after class let out. It beat going home by a long shot. Eventually, Finn began answering questions customers had, adjusting the merchandise on the shelves, and even helping the employees with their cleaning duties. The store owner, who started the cafe as a very young man himself, began giving Finn allowance money in return for his assistance until he was 16, when he was legally allowed to hire.
So, when business was growing more and more and the owner had saved up enough to move to a busier part of town, Finn was both excited and nervous about the change.
On this day, they had finally finished transferring merchandise and equipment into the new store. It was shinier, had a larger capacity, and newer machines. Finn personally thought all the newer coffees were too strong and didn't create the same burst of flavor as the original, homebrewed stuff, but with change came growth, he told himself.
Finn wanted to stay and help rearrange the new furniture, put merchandise away, but he was too eager to explore the new location.
"I-I'll be back!" he called out before dashing out of the store.
Scanning the area, he discovered a string of nice places. Particularly, the one across the street caught his eye-- a bakery. His mouth watered a little in anticipation as his feet carried him to the door.
Gently, he pressed his hands against the handle and leaned his weight into the glass door. As soon as he was inside, the smell of fresh bread overtook his senses.
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