"Yeah, yeah, I know. I actually already found a place, for your information, so stop underestimating me. Or my dedication to the cause." Evan's voice held only jest as he laughed through his words, his phone pressed to his ear as he spoke to his sister on the other end of the line. "We do this every time. You assign something to me, you text and call me incessantly before the event to remind me, you freak out thinking I won't come through, and I always deliver. Calm yourself, I'll see ya soon." He didn't even wait for Georgia to get in another word before he hung up and shoved his phone into his back pocket. Where is this place? It had to be here somewhere, he thought he saw it the other day when -- ah, there it is. Evan took a step back and looked up at the bakery's storefront.
The place smelled like everything good in the world as he stepped through the door and looked around. Spotting the woman behind the counter, his smile grew as he walked right up -- hands pressing down on the granite as he leaned forward a little. "Hi, I need to order... like... nine dozen desserts.. for ah.. this weekend..." Sure, he always delivered on his promises, but he was also very last minute. Evan was also very, very vague.