Jett was a regular in the café you worked in, he visited nearly everyday and got the exact same order. So, it was no surprise to him that you pulled the order of his mouth when he came up to the counter today.

He smiled warmly, a soft chuckle escaping his lips and nodded, confirming what you had said.

"Oh, and can you give one of those cinnamon rolls?" He asked, his finger pointing at the glass, referring to the pastry behind it. His grey eyes flickered back to your face.