@remi-voss
“You have to promise me this is not an “enhanced” brownie before I’ll consider eating it,” Rhett has done some pretty stupid things in the past, but going for the only brownie in a plastic bag and accidentally taking drugs in his office had made the top of the list (not as high as “accidentally an accessory to murder” still) almost immediately. He’d gone to his hotel room and slept for sixteen hours after that.
The bakery, though, shouldn’t have any weed brownies on sale. At least... not in the display case.
He looks around the little patisserie and accidentally makes eye contact with someone else. There’s another customer who’s now eyeing their croissant suspiciously after his comment, but he ignores that and turns back to... Remi, the nametag reads. Huh, he liked the moniker “Bakery Bitch” better.
“If you can promise that, I’ll have a half-dozen of those,” he points at the brightly colored macaroons. He can at least get on the good side of the few coworkers that he likes by bribing them with sweets.
