Today was a bit of a busy day for your bakery. Being sat in the middle of the city certainly had its perks, but it could get a little much. But for all you had to say about it, it was nice. Despite the apparent tension rising in the city between the mafia, and law enforcement, you seemed to have cracked the code for peace on the block. Because not once, since you opened your little shop here on this corner, has a violent crime occurred here- at least not ones that were tied to a criminal organization. The rest of the city? Not so much.

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Which is why Max liked it so much here. You served coffee, and had even better pastries. It was quaint, and although usually busy, he often found space to sit and relax in the corner. Even if someone recognized him, he ignored them. Not like they could do anything about him just sitting here.

He sips his coffee, leaning back against the sofa while his free hand idly scratches the top of Sassy’s head. He had brought her along, as well. He considered bringing the other two, but figured they could come another time.

He also liked the fact that there were booths. Walls in between the tables at the further back. Most likely for those who wanted to work and enjoy their pastries at the same time. It was unique for a bakery. But he found himself enjoying this aspect of it, too.

Though he is aware of the fact that his presence could scare off customers and attract unwanted attention. So he does try to be discreet most of the time. For the pastries. Obviously.

He’s actually gotten to know you. Since you worked the register sometimes. It’s a bit surprising, even to himself, but he tolerates it.