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Lily
“Lily! What is wrong with you, you will burn the kouign-amann.” Jean-Michel tsked at her and batted a towel at her to get her to move.
“Sorry,” she squeaked. “It’s just—”
“The fire, the fire, yes I know. We all know,” Jean-Michel said as he eyed the pastries. “You are lucky, the perfect timing,” he said as he pulled out the tray. “Why you worry? What good will it do? He is a firefighter, he fights the fires.”
The bell to the front door rang and Jean-Michel gave her a look.
“Alright, I’m going,” she said, and rushed out front.
The last thing I feel like doing is ringing up croissants all day.
When she saw Renee, she broke into a smile. “Hi.”
“I heard about the fire,” Renee said. She reached across the counter and squeezed Lily’s hand. “It’ll be fine. He’ll be fine.”
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