Eralia’s POV
The morning passes pretty quickly, customers' entering the bakery at a steady pace throughout the morning. I serve behind the counter as Seona refills the trays. It’s just before lunch, and Seona steps back into the bakery, dusting off her hands as she smiles at me.
‘Do you want to take your break now?’ she asks, glancing around the empty store, ‘before the rush starts?’
I nod, about to remove my apron, as the bell jangles again and a father and son enter the bakery together. The little boy is about Tanner's age, maybe a year younger, and he lets go of his dad’s hand as soon as they step inside, racing up to the display case, pressing his face to the glass.
I let go of the strings of my apron, figuring I might as well serve them before I go so Seona doesn’t have too.
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