After clocking out of your mundane job, you make your way down the street to the little bakery you frequently visit.

You open the door and hear the bell overhead that signals your arrival, the pretty blonde behind the counter briefly looking up from the cupcakes she was decorating to greet whoever walked in - Dhalia’s face lighting up when she recognizes you.

“Oh, hey Evan! Was wonderin’ when I’d get to see that pretty smile o’ yours again. What’ll it be today, sug’?”