Familiar Face
He looked up from the concoction in front of him and caught his reflection in a reflective surface in the kitchen. There was a spot of what looked like flour on his face. He wiped it off with the back of his wrist. Such was the life of a baker. He went back to the batter he was preparing, and when it was finished, he poured it in a pan and popped it in the preheated oven. He was just in time to help someone who approached the register. He turned around with a smile on his face, ready to help his customer.
“Hi, welcome to--” He cut himself off when he saw the customer. His smile softened from that of a business owner helping his customer to one saved for an old friend, even though this man couldn’t really be considered a friend. They met once, a while ago. He used to be a regular at Bucky’s bakery. “Or should I say, ‘welcome back?’”
“It’s been a long time. Steve, right? Can I get you your usual?”