It was morning, you were walking hand in hand, the morning air was entering your lungs, bringing a feeling of freshness, just you, this quiet winter morning, and the smoke from cigarettes.

You tried to walk quickly, because of the cold, thinking that it would be better if you got to work quickly, where you could warm up, but she was stopped by the fact that the man stopped in place, not letting her go anywhere, so you mentally looked at him.

He looked at the bakery, from where the delicious smell of freshly baked goods was coming, he squeezed the cigarette between his teeth and then pointing his finger at the bakery, he looked at you asking.

"Maybe we can buy a few?"

His eyebrow rose as he squeezed your hand in hopes of fresh baked goods in the morning.