A Dozen Cookies is the way to the Heart !!

A routine that doesn't need to change

Wipe down the counters, all while the other in the room wraps up the leftover pastries and sweets from the day that weren't sold to divy up between the two to take home after their shifts. It was a quiet, calm environment, as he finished one counter, moving over to a small table by the door, close enough to flip the open sign to closed.

Another day had passed by, and thankfully enough, this one had been quiet enough. It was a bit slow, but MePhone didn't mind that all too much. It just meant less hassle, even if it was a little less business. It was a weekday, anyways, so he hadn't been expecting much anyways. It was fine.

"Go ahead and lock the front up?"

"Okay," he left the tag on the table for the time being as he turned to face the other, clumsily catching the keys as they were tossed to him, just glad he actually managed to not drop them this time. The coworker-- Two, just gave a small chuckle.

"I'll lock up the back when we head out,"

MePhone just gave a small nod as he turned to the door, locking up, and just listening as the other spoke again;

"I packed up the extra cookies from today for you, figured you'd like to take those home. I get the croissants today, though. Other than that, I'll probably hand off the rest to one of my friends,"

"Alright, thanks," a thumbs up with his free hand as he tossed the keys onto the counter for Two to take back, while he moved to finish wiping off the rest of the table.

This was routine at this point. Every night was practically the same, and that was nice. No challenges, no rough happenings, just... Regular, simple days. It worked for him.

Eventually, he was done wiping down the tables. He stepped back, letting out a content sigh, a small smile creeping onto his face as he glanced over to Two, who was closing up one last bag of their leftovers from the day. It was much easier taking things home, or giving them away to friends-- at least in Two's case, rather than just wasting things and trashing them. As he made his way over back behind the counter, moving to hang his apron up, he was handed the bag meant for him.

"See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah, of course. As long as I don't die on the way home," A joke he'd probably said hundreds of times by now, but one that two didn't seem quite used to yet, giving their usual nervous laugh and response; "haha, yeah. Stay safe,"

"You too." A small nod as he grabbed his bag of cookies, and headed out, ready to go home and get some rest. He still had three more days of work this week before he got time off. The bakery was often closed on sundays and mondays, which didn't seem like a lot of time off, but neither of them really cared for how long it was open for. This was both of their current passions, so spending all their time there didn't seem to unnatural. It wasn't like MePhone had much going on beyond this anyways-- so it very much never bothered him. Some days it would be exhausting, but he always managed.

And like every day, his walk home was uneventful. Back to a quiet, small, nearly empty apartment as the sun set over the horizon, slinking behind the taller buildings in town, bringing a night breeze. It had never gotten really cold where he used to live, so the weather in this place was a lot to adjust to, but it was normal to him by now, but that didn't mean he was usually prepared. Most of his outfits were not fit for colder weather, because he just couldn't bother investing in something as simple as a scarf, or coat or something, but it was fine.

It wasn't winter yet, so he'd be fine.

A familiar walk up the street, entering a familiar building, and making his way up familiar stairs, all to be greeted by a door he knew all too well by now, his walk more of a trudge at this point, as exhaustion was starting to hit him in waves. He hoped he wouldn't have too much trouble falling asleep as he entered the apartment, tossing his keys onto a small table he had placed by the door, convenient for grabbing what he needed on the way out if he ever found himself in a rush. A yawn as he walked over to the kitchen, unfurling the bag to take one of the cookies, a taste he never got sick of as he stuck the rest in the fridge for now, planning on saving the rest for later, a usual for when they had extras to take home. He'd probably have more of them in the morning with his coffee, but for now he kicked off his shoes, fed his cat, and flopped down onto the couch, flipping on the tv. A nightly occurrence if he didn't just go straight to bed. He figured if he didn't get up at all to have to use the restroom or anything, that he'd just fall asleep here, content to spend the rest of his evening like this as his cat made its way over, hopping up to sit on his lap.