🅻🅴🆂🆂 / 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. *

returning his smile she contemplates the idea of jazzing up her coffee, but she soon offers a small shake of her head. “as it comes is fine, thank you.” she just wants that straight up caffeine rush. she already knows when she’s done here she’ll get another to takeaway, after all, she was running on little to no sleep. had to fuel yourself somehow, right? “yeah i bet,” there’s a small inward chuckle on her part, “at least it’s warm in here for you,” in comparison to what everyone had to deal with anyway, “never have i ever been so cold.” she wasn’t moaning, she was making light of the situation and plus, small talk was something she was good at. here’s a sorry to the worker if he hated it.

“no problem,” and truly, it wasn’t. in the end, it made HIS job easier. so yeah, no problem at all. he turned around, beginning to make her drink ( aster loved the barista part of his job, not as much as he loved the baking but far more so the cleaning or being a cashier ). “yeah, i like the heat.” he wasn’t much a fan of the cold, frankly. it was a bit too MUCH for him. a nice warm fire, or a beating sun, now those were more his speed. “yeah, it was really a close call for a moment there.” there had been fear. he’d never see his loved ones again, that he wouldn’t do all he desired ( and he desired so much ). that he would never be able to be here, in this moment, living the simple life and happy. well, as simple as dating the king of hell could be. “and here you are,” he spoke sliding the drink to her and giving her the price.

Took him some time, but he finally was able to figure out where he knew the other’s face from, “Nah, I’m good,” he gave him a smile, “You’re the dude that was lookin’ for a gift for your boyfriend, right? Did you find anythin’?” he knew that they weren’t exactly friends, but he was curious, and if he didn’t want to chat, he could just say.

oh so he did remember him. “yeah, i did. he liked it.” at least, aster was pretty sure he did. and even if he didn’t like the gift itself, he was sure his boyfriend appreciated the thought behind it. “so what will it be?” he asked, regarding his order.

             “  if  we’re  bringing  hell  into  the  21st  century,  we  should  probably  drop  the  boring,  antiquated,  titles. ”    consort  might  have  flown  in  the  1800′s,  but  it  doesn’t  have  the  same  power  behind  it  anymore.   “  the  guillotine’s  the  exception. ”   he  likes  to  think  capital  punishment  transcends  time  and  trends.  “  it’s  not  often  your  average  mortal  gets  to  see  behind  the  wizard’s  curtain.  we’ll  take  our  time.  enjoy  it. ”   he  moves  to  stand,  reluctantly  reaching  for  his  shirt  and  doing  up  the  buttons.    when  he’s  finished,  he  holds  his  hand  out  for  aster  to  take.   "  you’ll  never  guess  where  the  entrance  is. ”   it’s  very  on  the  nose,  having  an  entrance  to  hell  in  a  club  literally  mirrored  after  the  circle  from  dante’s  inferno,  but  humans  are  so  stupid  they  won’t  put  two  and  two  together.   their  ignorance  is  the  one  thing  you  can  always  count  on.

        “ Thanks.” She smiled as she looked over at the baked goods. The smell of it hitting her nose and if she just pretended, she could taste the flavor. “ Who makes all these?” She wondered out loud. There are many baked goods she never has seen or heard of. 

               “well you know, the bakers.” he was pretty sure there was a niftier name for them out there but right now the blonde was coming up blank. “myself as well.” well, he counted as a baker, technically.

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Nancy had stumbled upon the bakery really upon chance, but Nancy was happy that she had. Baked goods were definitely a comfort, and as much as she enjoyed baking them, it was nice to not have to set aside a few hours just to have some cupcakes. “Do you have any red velvet?” Nancy paused for a second, before taking a plunge with a second question: “Are you hiring, by chance?”

“Always.” Red velvet was a fan favorite, it was something they always had in stock. Their manager even insisted, if you see any less then 20 red velvet cupcakes--- request more. “It depends what job you’re looking for.” They had cashiers (who were taught to be baristas) and then the baker’s themselves. Aster himself happened to opt for both positions. Taking residence in the kitchen and the counter at random intervals. 

there’s  a  cold  she  can’t  shake.  the  breeze,  people  passing  by…  she’s  probably  a  little  dramatic  that  she’s  wearing  an  extra  layer  just  to  be  safe.  speaking  of  safe,  it’s  safe  to  say  she  didn’t  want  anything  cold.  “closest  thing  to  warm  or  hot.  i’m  not  really  all  that  picky.”  jane  replies  before giving  a  shudder,  “please  and  thank  you.”  bread? cookies?  cake?  other  delicious  things?  she’s  not  one  to  skimp  especially  after  going  through  the  nasty  storm.  hey,  comfort  food  right?  “i’m  just  hungry.”

it’d been spontaneously slow and utterly busy at random intervals. either way, aster had much to keep him distracted for the time being. if it was baking goods or working customer service. “we have hot chocolate?” he offered to the woman off the top of his head. “we also have some brownies that are just out of the oven and still hot.” he added to such offer as well. 

her favourite bakers being opened was more the perk to her day, it felt like days since her body adjusted back to normal. her feet were only now starting to not feel numb. waiting in line she’s reading the board above the counter, not really fully decided so once it was her time to be serve  (  and luckily there was no one behind her  )  she pauses in thought. “i’ll.. have the strawberries and cream donut, please.” hey, she couldn’t resist. “and.. a coffee.” she still needed something warm. “you’ve opened up quicker than i thought you would do.” she adds to create conversation. 

“good choice.” aster commented, a smile on his face ( he wasn’t the best at customer service, but he was trying ). it was a good choice though, most people favored the simpler dishes so they’d be safe with things they knew. aster himself had a different platter, in which he preferred the unique treats that many not dare to even try. “coffee, got it. any particulars for it?” they had an assortment of things to add to the coffee, he didn’t mind making it plain but might as well mention it, no? “we opened up quicker than i thought we would too.” he admitted. “can’t say i mind though. keeps me busy.”

      “ Nothing in particular. Just here to help out.” Tatia smiled at Aster as she moved behind the counter. She was worried about him but glad he was okay and by the looks of it, ready to work, more so called in just like her. “ How are you? I’m glad you look safe, nothing needed to be cut off right?” She looked at him with concern. “ I heard people froze to death. “ though that part didn’t much bother her. 

             “Great.” He hadn’t even noticed the time, he had been warned that someone else was coming in about this time. It was a good thing though, that way he wouldn’t be on his own for god knows how long. Confusion struck him for a moment before she continued. Oh. “No, nothing cut off.” He assured. “Yeah, I heard that too.” He brushed it with ease, only to realize--- maybe he shouldn’t do that. “It’s sad, isn’t it?” No it wasn't, but one wouldn’t be able to tell by his tone.

the  shop  is  quaint,  nestled  in  the  most  unlikely  place  of  san  francisco  but  it’s  smells  bring  him  a  great  sense  of  nostalgia.  a  big  plus  side  is  it’s  just  a  short  walk  away  from  his  new  home.  “on  the  off  chance  you  don’t  have  butter  croissants,  i’ll  take  a  dozen  blueberry  muffins  and  one  of  the  apricot  pastries.  –  and  if  you  should  do  catering  when  the  city  isn’t  a  blazing  winter  wonderland,  any  information  for  that.”  fostering  children,  especially  those  of  the  supernatural  kind,  came  with  it’s  challenges.  the  greatest  one?  feeding  the  lot.  “pozhaluysta i spasibo,”  no,  wait… “please  and  thanks.”

that was a specific order if aster ever heard one, half the customers waltzed in without an ounce of an idea of what they were looking for. browsing for a few minutes, or even way more than necessary, before leaving or getting on with the order. “we do have butter croissants.” it was something fairly new for them, but it was something they had nonetheless. “and yeah, we do catering.” aster himself didn’t, but he knew the bakery as a whole offered it. “so, still want the blueberry muffins?” he said on the chance you don’t have it, but aster knew it was better to confirm than fuck up an order.

     Kelly figured out she was in San Francisco considering the landmarks and important locations. Though question was, why? and how could she be back? Or was this just a social part of heaven? She was hungry but didn’t really have anything to buy it. “ Ah, no… I’m just looking.” She said a little disappointingly.    

                 “ah i see.” fuck, he hated it when people just browed. gawked at the pretty aesthetic of the bakery and the nice non-pop music they played. particularly, he hated the younger teens who came in just to take selfies and then left without a thing. still, a smile remained on his face--- undetectable of any annoyance. “well, if you need anything i’m right here.”

Wanting to put the past few days behind him Adrian was in need of some comfort food but did not want to put in the effort to actually make it himself, so he wandered through the streets and happened upon a bakery he hadn’t tried quite yet. Not quite expecting the business to be running at full capacity because of the not-so-random blizzard the witchlighter was in for a shock when he entered the establishment and was hit by the fresh aromas of bread and the sweetness of caramelized sugar in the air. There was a sense of calmness he felt somehow while there, but he didn’t want to question it at all. As soon as he got to the counter he was still trying to find the perfect dish for him to enjoy when the man turned around to face him. “Oh, uh…you know what, I am, just not quite sure what that something is,” he admitted with a little chuckle in his voice. Adrian’s eyes felt drawn to several different items so it made it hard to decide. “What do you suggest?”

It was hardly the first customer to walk in with his or her mind unmade. It was all too common for someone to come in, looking to browse. Either they ended up leaving with nothing bought, or they typically went with their safe bet of what they typically liked. Sometimes, in rare occasions, they bought something utterly new. He gave a nod of his head, used to the ordeal. Making a kind assuring smile (despite his unfavorable view of the ordeal), Aster spoke. “Do you wanna try something new? Or--- whats something you’ve enjoyed in the past? Maybe a flavor, or a type.”

What happened scared him, because he had no idea what to expect next, no one that he was close to died, but would he be able to say the same the next time something happened? He wasn’t so sure, which was one of the reasons why he was so scared. Some people seemed to just have gotten back to their life as if nothing happened, but he had a hard time to do the same. He knew he should, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. But there he was trying at least, he walked into the bakery, and started to look around, trying to decide what to order, “I would like three chocolate donuts.

“No problem.” He remembered the other, though Aster was at a loss for what his name had been. They’d met in the record store that brief time, he’d been looking for a present for V. A present in which he succeeded in getting right. “Anything else?” Aster asked, making the choice not to comment on it but rather keep at work. 

“ever was boring? i don’t know. let’s not talk about it.”

when this s t o r m came rolling in, freya was t e r r i f i e d, not for herself but for her son, for her niece and all of her other siblings. after having been able to get someone to make up some f o o d for nik, who was now laying against her in the makeshift pallet she set up for him to go to sleep. the witch gently stroked her sons hair until she heard someone coming, her hues lift to meet the other and she moved out of her sons grasp carefully while putting a finger to her lips to signal s i l e n c e. once she was up freya smoothed her pants, boot clad feet carrying her to the other side of the room. “ sorry, he’s just in a very scared state and i just got him to agree to sleeping.”  @apxstarters​