The delicious smell of freshly baked bread flooded Jason's nostrils as soon as he entered your bakery, the warm contrast of the place was so much compared to the cold Gotham morning. It hadn't been long since you had opened the bakery, since then Jason has been coming in daily and it's always the first sale of the day.

"Am I too early?" Jason asks with his hands in his pockets as he approaches the counter, where you're arranging muffins fresh from the oven.