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While still new to this place, Bruno has already taken to a schedule, waking up early to find breakfast, usually at the little bakery where Kiki works. Their pastries are divine, and the ambiance reminds him of some of his favorite cafe’s back home.
He usually (in the past handful of days) arrives early enough that no one is there, the shop having just opened, but today there’s a customer chatting at the counter with Kiki. It seems like they’re talking about some new seasonal baked goods.
Kiki looks up at the ring of the bell above the door and smiles wide as Bruno enters.
“I was hoping you’d be in sometime soon,” she grins, “ I was just telling Akechi about our maple nut coffee cake! It’s a new recipe I’m trying out, and I think you’ll both just love it!”
Bruno smiles, “That sounds lovely, Kiki,” he turns towards Akechi. It was strange to see someone so young out and about so early, and while the situation was a bit awkward and unprecedented, he offers him a nod.
Kiki has skipped into the back room to prepare proper slices for both of them.
“It seems a little unfair,” he starts, “that I know your name when you weren’t given mine. It’s Bruno Bucciarati,” he smiles, “if you’re a regular here we might be running into each other quite a bit.”
