#valentine1

For as sweet as Valentine could be, the bakery she kept was surprisingly… shifty -- for lack of a better word. The building itself was beautiful, and the treats within were some of his favorites, but he was not a stranger to the whispers and rumors that shrouded the small business. He didn’t like to think that Valentine could be wrapped up in such a venture, but he knew better than anyone how easy it could be to find yourself in an unsavory situation. 

It was early that Monday morning. Miran would be headed to the office soon. Another busy day of dealing with the sour headlines that followed him over most of the weekend. Corrupt. Liar. Untrustworthy. He usually stopped by most mornings to grab one treat or another. As a child he never could indulge his sweet tooth, but he’d more than made up for that in adulthood. Not to mention it gave him a chance to see Valentine, a mutual friend of himself and Noelle. Though he held a grudging sort of respect for Noelle, he was the first to admit that he enjoyed Valentine’s company much more. 

“Good morning...” He drawled, voice as chipper and bright as the morning sun outside. There was no hint of stress on his face as he stepped up to counter to meet Valentine. “Fancy seeing you here. -- Can I get a... Torrone? With honey drizzled over the top? Maybe two, actually. I’ll need the extra sugar today.”