“you are a motherfucking goddess,” archer said, eyes closed as he took in the smell of croissants in the bakery’s oven. “i can’t believe you keep opening the door for me, one day i’m gonna eat the entire day’s quota of baked goods before eight o’clock, you’ll be screwed... and so will i, my trainer’s gonna kick my fucking ass.” he said with a giggle. there was something special about sobering up with lyric’s pastries. walking into her shop before going to bed was almost a habit for him nowadays. // @lyricbennett.