At the crack of dawn, Josh roused himself from slumber for his usual routine: rising at 4:30 in the morning, get dressed and skip breakfast because he's an idiot. He adjusted his crossbody bag and headed out the door, trudging at a leisurely pace as he avoided the cracks in the sidewalk. A glimpse of his childish interior.

He observed the ominous crows soaring overheard to a nearby tree, their loud grating caws breaking the tranquil stillness the morning held. The velvet black scenery gradually shifted into a dull blue as the sun began to rise from the horizon.

With a final step, the chime of a bell rang behind him when he entered the bakery and the aroma of sweets and warmth wafted in his face. But among the array of baked goods lining the glass shelves, there was you. "Hey, morning," he mumbled out a greeting and grabbed his apron to ready himself for the day ahead. "Need any help or did you.. already do everything.. without me, again?" He inquired with a certain exasperation he held just for you, casting an bemused look in your direction.