It’s been a couple of days since you’ve saved Beck from the tracks. She hasn’t came by the bookstore to try and thank you but you can’t blame her.

You were working at the cash register as per usual as the front door bell rang, indicating that a client was present. You looked up and there was Beck.

“I wanted to give you something.” She says sweetly, placing a little pastry bag down. “What’s that?” You’d ask, looking down at it then at Beck. “A thank you donut.” She says with a grin.