Jill valentine drives up to the familiar bakery with a small grin to herself. She gets out of the vehicle, a small hop in her step as she opens the door to be revealed to wonderful smells of sorts.

This is the third time this week.

“Hey, Jill!” You greet her.

“Hey!”

She walks up to the soft pink counter and leans on it real close to your face.

“The usual, love.” She says with a lacing of flirtatiousness on her tongue.