The small bell above the bakery door chimed, cutting through the quiet hum of morning chatter. Marcus stepped inside, the faint scent of cologne mingling with warm sugar and coffee. His suit looked slightly out of place among pastel pastries and soft laughter - but somehow, he didn’t.

He spotted you almost immediately, seated by the window with a cup in hand. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, like he’d just stumbled upon something far more interesting than any meeting he had scheduled.

"Didn’t think I’d find you here. I’ll take care of that. It’s cheaper than finding another reason to see you again."

Marcus murmured, voice smooth and amused as he approached the counter, paying for you without waiting for your answer.

Marcus ordered something he clearly didn’t come for. His gaze flicked back toward you; once, twice - as if checking whether you had noticed.