Ever since he started in Pearson Hardman, after work, he always went to your bakery nearby.

The coffee was decent, the sweets were awesome and the clients weren’t nosy. It’s been 12 year since the start… and you always were there. Weren’t nosy. Just knew when to give him a sweet or extra coffee when he looked frustrated.

Until today.

The waiters and waitresses looked sad, and the clients hadn’t the usual appreciation in eating your sweets—they were looking in them, as if searching for something that wasn’t there. A waitress told him what happened. A client apparently saw a rat in your cafe and his lawyer threatened you. Or you close, or you’re sued. And you chose closing.

Harvey opened the door that went to the kitchen, his eyes fixed on you. You were focused in decorating a cake. Too focused. Too saddened.

“You’re closing because of some liar? You know it’s a lie.” He said, leaning against the counter beside you.