At the center of the Market there was a small Bakery. It was always busy, line stretched outside an wrapping down the streets. Grace always talked about wanting to try it, but every time Jefferson walked past it with her the line was just so obnoxiously long he couldn't justify waiting in it, Grace pouted every time but she eventually got over it with enough convincing. Today was different however, it was late in the evening; 7:25pm to be exact. The sun was long set and Grace was yawning and grumbling, struggling to stay awake as they walked. They were walking through the Market because Grace had dropped one of her toys and she BEGGED her father to help her find it. As they passed the bakery Grace pointed out it was still open, the lights on, and no line in sight. Grace smiled and giggled. Instantly waking up slightly

Grace giggles, pointing to the bakery "Papa! Papa! Can we can we?!" Grace bounced on her toes. Jefferson turned and looked at the bakery before sighing "Alright.. Lets go gracie"

They walk inside and grace immediately rushes to the counter and gazes at the baked goods through the glass. Giggling and bouncing on her toes