𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱, 𝗰.𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝐫

𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

july fifteenth

Friday

When you arrive in higher class city like Sina, you know. The part of the city you were in was all lit by lights, not fairy lights but every building had large glass windows so the inside lighting lit the streets.

It was a street of many establishments with people smiling and laughing as they left or entered or just roamed. "Constance, this is like really really pretty" you looked around enjoying the scenery.

"Yes now look for parking cause this shit packed" you playfully rolled your eyes at Connies..well connie-ness. "Right there in front of that um, cinnamon place?" you pointed to a small Cinnamon bakery.

He drove over to it, pulling up just past the spot and reversing back into it, his hand holding onto the shoulder of your seat as he turned back to watch behind him.

Your eyes never left him, but they did when the smell of the bakery seeped through the windows.

"Constance! It smells so good!" when he looked to you, you had the most kiddish smile on your face. "Wanna go get some then?" you nodded your head yes while you unbuckled your seatbelt and he did the same.

While you were getting your purse, reapplying your lip gloss, Connie came beside your door holding it open with his hand waiting for you, like always. "Thank you, handsome" knowing his reply you prepared for it as you laid your hand in his lightly.

"Anything for you, princess" you smiled as he closed the door behind you. You let go of his hand as he straightened his arm out and you reach under locking arms as your hand rested across the covered muscle of his arm.

YOU COULD PLAY THE SONG NOW!

"Bakery?" you smiled to him and he nodded as you pulled your bodies into the shop. When you entered in instead of a ding, a small bubble pop sound was made. You looked over the beige, pink and cream colored shop.

Two tables off to the side in front of the window while a pink display, similar to those and donut shop was up front, with the kitchen behind it along with the register and such.

The girl in white looked to the male next to her with awe in her eyes, Brenda Lee's strong singing of Break It To Me Gently filled any bare space of the small building.

She'd never been taken anywhere like this before. She felt many butterflies, no volcanos of butterflies erupting in her stomach. She may have never even experienced events like this as a child. Her peace marinated in the energy of the shop and with her peace came the mans.

She patted his arm, as they walked forward to view the display options. An old lady came up front, singing along softly as she noticed you and Constance.

She smiled, her red lips turning upwards, her sandy-mocha colored skin wrinkled with her eyes growing small as she folded a small beige rag up, her hair was perhaps permed, a part leaning to one side, framing over her face with the ends bumped.

"Welcome to Cheyennes Cinnas! I know the name is odd but my pestering husband figured it suited better than Cinnamon. What can I get you two?" the young ladys eyes grew large as she looked over the different baked goods because she couldn't decide which.