fox & ginny; sainte coquilleâs || @thesomniumâ
â Familiarity faded like remnants of an old dream. Fox searched the customerâs face, but felt further and further away from the truth the more he scrutinized her features. âSorry, but do I know you?â he asked. Where had he seen that dark hair, those full brows, the charming dimple carving a petite divot in her chin? Unsure if it were a memory or a dream, he thought he recalled seeing her in a forest. Yet, that was impossible; he hadnât stepped foot in the woods since the day his human body had been restored from that of a skittish, common Fearling.Â
âI thought you looked like someone I knew a long time ago, but that doesnât make any sense,â he said. A co-worker from the kitchens checked his shoulder as they squeezed behind the counter, refilling the display trays with fresh pastries. Fox raised his brow, then shook his head to brush off the fuzzy feelings of dĂ©jĂ vu. Sainte Coquilleâs wasnât a place for daydreaming. Staring off into space wouldnât accomplish anything besides allowing the line of customers to grow until they were wrapped around the block. âThis is why I donât fill in at the front,â he sighed. âYou stand behind the counter all day and the next thing you know, youâve gone delirious. Happens at the end of every shift.â
Fox did his best not to stare.
âWhat can I get for you?âÂ
The smell of chocolate and butter had become familiar to Ginny, and she tilted her head back to take a deep breath. It didnât matter how many times sheâd found herself within the bakery; she would always find the scents intoxicating. Her pointer finger gently traced the corner of a glass showcase as she finally made her way to the front of the line. A tentative list of possible orders began to formulate in her mind, but her thoughts fell to the wayside as the man behind the counter spoke. "Iâm not sure.â An unconcerned air accompanied her words, followed by a careless shrug that acted in direct opposition to her attentive gaze. Her eyes searched his face as she spokeâ there was the possibility that he was mistaken, that this was a dead-end, but she knew sheâd never be able to sleep if she didnât at least try. âI canât remember a thing before I arrived in Selphia. Why do you ask?â Perhaps some would find the bluntness off-putting, but Ginny had found that being upfront got her much further when it came to getting answers.
"Why is that impossibleââ and yet as soon as the question left her mouth she paused, considering the people that sheâd met since working at the Bluebell Inn. Thatâ that was a stupid question. She shook her head a little, before smiling warmly at the man in front of her. âFoolish of me to ask, I can think of plenty of reasonsâ oh, and I know the feeling quite well. After a few hours of folding bedsheets, my mind simply goes to mush. Itâs a right pain when people ask questions while Iâm hauling laundry.â It had happened far too many times to countâ enough times for her to be certain that customer service may not be the best career path for her.
âJust a chocolate tart for me today, thank you.â














