Sophia
The morning rush was in full swing when the bell above the door rang and a man in an expensive looking suit stepped inside, glancing around the bakery with the slightly confused expression of someone who had wandered in more out of curiosity than actual hunger.
I didn't think much of it at first. We got the occasional out of place customer, someone passing through the neighborhood on their way to a meeting downtown, drawn in by the smell of fresh bread even if the suit looked a little mismatched against the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs.
"Morning," I called out from behind the counter, already halfway through wrapping an order for another customer. "Be with you in just a second."
"No rush," the man said, his eyes drifting around the shop before landing, almost by acci
