Sunset Borderline
Maya sat in the main room of We Knead Dough as things wound down for the day. Most everyone had left, but they weren’t quite closed. It had been a good first week. Nothing had caught on fire and no one had thrown up, so she counted it as a win. After the grand opening, she’d mostly kept to the back.
Now Hermes lay curled up by her feet, watching people pass by. Maya sipped a London Fog. While she still felt the unease of the cult looming, they seemed to have taken a Christmas vacation. Everything was quiet and peaceful. Rare snow fell into a barely there layer on the grass across the way.
Wrapped up in her own thoughts, she started a little when she heard the bell above the door ring. Maya, and Hermes, turned their attention immediately to it. Recognizing the newcomer, she stood with a wide smile, “Welcome, what can I do ya for?”
















