Remi was in the middle of making a list of supplies she would need to pick up after work when she heard the bell out front ring, singling that the café was actually open and would soon see the morning rush of customers. She’d already been at work for hours, early mornings being one of the several high prices of being a baker.
She leaned over to open the lower oven door and used a towel to pull out a fresh batch of pastries. She was actually glad the place was open for business, as this latest batch was something she’d been experimenting with and she was ready for public feedback. After assembling them on a large plate in an attractive manner, she headed out to the front of the shop.
“Excuse me, who wants a free pastry… with a secret ingredient?” she asked out to the small group of customers that had gathered near the counter, most either waiting to order or waiting on the coffee they’d just paid for.
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Sofi was hungover and dreading whatever was waiting for her at work, already aware that it was going to be a madhouse of scrambling techs and panicked authorities. She knew she should probably be more concerned and doing as much as the rest of them, but the whole thing was feeling like more and more of an unstoppable shitstorm every day and Sofi wanted to make the most of whatever she could while she still could. Unpatriotic, maybe. Tired, definitely.
“You had me at free.” She nudged past someone to get to the platter of delicious smelling goodies. “What’s the limit on this offer? I have a lot of people at the office who would love to give feedback on breakfast.”
