"I need to go to work now!" Tommy called out to his roommates, and left the house.
He walked along the streets of L'manburg, hearing the people chatter among themselves. And began his thoughts on what he needed to do for the day. Work should be fine, but what if a hero sees me during patrol tonight? Will today be my last day? What am I thinking? I'm a big man, I'll be fine.
Tommy pushed open the door to the bakery and smiled. Smelling the sweetness of the treats inside. Immediately, Tommy checked himself in, in the back of the bakery. While also putting on a hairnet, pushing away his blonde and white highlighted hair so it can't be caught in the food.
The seventeen year old worked hard, having the job as front counter, even though all he did was put pastries in boxes. To hand them to the cashier, to be sold.
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