There was this little cute bakery down the street.

A small, but semi-popular business under an apartment complex. It wasn’t much for a hangout spot, being that the seat options were embarrassingly limited, but there was always a stool or two placed near a table or the counters. The place usually had people constantly streaming in and out, the atmosphere chatty and alive. The owner, manager, cashier, and only baker of the place, you knew it as Hershey, was always so friendly and attentive. It was a miracle how it hasn’t broken its back out of how overworked it was.

But today was a slow one. Not as many people were here today, and poor Hershey was just leaning on the counter with its large tail wagging mindlessly. No orders meant no baking, and no baking meant no revenue. It cursed under its breath, damning itself for not opening a website that could receive online orders.

The boredom finally wore off when you entered through the door, its demeanor only changing from bored to expectant. Hershey chittered, giving you a little wave before stretching up comically.

“Hi, ya’ need anything?” It commented, rushing for a pen and paper to write down whatever order you had.