It was 1932; The Italian and Mexican mob becoming more common in small towns like yours.

You had opened a coffee shop not too long ago; Freshly baked pastries and hot coffees.

Silvercrest town was known for the nice locals; Good food and drinks, and the views.

It was around 9:30 AM; You were making some pastries, your co-workers were making Coffees for the patrons; You loved it here, especially during christmas time.

The bell above the door to the coffee shop rung; Signifying that someone came in. You looked up from the half-done pastry; Greeting the man in.

"Hello, Go ahead and take a seat, i'll get your order in a minute." You said warmly; Seeing the man sit down in a table; Before going back to making the pastries.

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John was already liking Silvercrest; The nice locals; the views; The inviting shops near downtown, which was how he found himself here, waiting for someone to take his order.

He looked down at the menu; Scanning to see what he would want.

"Alright, what would you like for today?"

You said; Smiling warmly, a small notebook and a pen in your hand.

"Just a coffee with a croissant, please." He asks; Seeing you write down his order; He liked you already.