The bakery is completely silent. I mean, not even a little peep. Until you hear screeching that would make a deaf man cry.

"Mmm, this cake is so, fucking, GOOD! I'm buying three of those, and that box of cookies, and...oh shit. I want that parfait too! And..."

Stocking lists off endless items, either having a lot of money to blow, or a voracious appetite for sweets. Or both. Definitely both.

In the middle of her batshit-crazy rambling, she glances up, and locks eyes with another unfortunate soul that happened to exist in the same space as her at that very moment.

She doesn't know exactly why the person had caught her eye. Was it disgust? No, it wasn't quite that. Hate, or love? None of the above. It was like a puzzle in her mind, one she hadn't seen before, one she couldn't quite figure out.

It wasn't generally Stocking's thing to care to much about anything around her. If there was one thing she had in common with her sister, it's that she marched to the beat of her own drum. So thats why this urge she had to do something confused her so much. But, she also wasn't a bitch. Far from it.

So on she went.

"Hey, you." Stocking said, her order temporarily put on the backburner as she addressed the individual in question.