TALK. ╱ logan

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CELESTE sighed tiredly, wiping flour from her apron as she rolled out the last piece of dough of the night. It was nearing nine o'clock, and when the sun set in the city, less people came to the bakery, opting to go drinking with friends to the many bars across the street. She quickly finished the dough, sticking it in the cupboard behind her to rise.

She tore off her apron, hanging it on a hook before letting her hair down. She leaned against the counter, waiting in case a customer decided to get a sweet treat in the late night.

When the clock hit nine, Celeste flipped the sign on the door, turning off the string of lights hung above it. She went about her usual cleaning process, sweeping the floor and wiping down the counters. It took her about twenty minutes, scrubbing down the counters until she felt they were clean enough.

By the time she was finished, a loud knock filtered in from the back room. She set down the dish rag, walking towards the back to open the door. Behind it stood her best friend, a smile on his face. Red sunglasses covered eyes, and Celeste giggled.

"Why do you wear those stupid glasses when it's dark out?" She asked, pulling them down from his face to reveal his blue eyes. Scott gasped, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense.

"Excuse me, they're fashionable."

"If that's what you're telling yourself," Celeste giggled, grabbing her bag from the desk next to her, dropping his sunglasses in one of the pockets.

The two made their way out of the bakery, walking towards their apartment building. Scott always offered to walk home with her, not wanting the young girl on the streets at a late hour. She was thankful, knowing the dangers in New York.

"How was your date with Jean?" Celeste breaks the silence, falling in line with Scott's steps.

"It was good," Scott replied, grinning back at her. "I took her to the museum you were telling me about."

Celeste met Scott Summers in college, the two immediately becoming best friends. When they graduated, they decided to rent an apartment together, making it easier on both of them. The two had been living together for two years now.

"I told you it was a great date idea," Celeste laughed, pushing his arm jokingly. "And you said it would be boring." She continued, playfully rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." Scott slid his hands in his pockets, looking around the big city. "How was work?"

The young girl huffed, shaking her head in reply. Scott looked at her, a pitied expression on his face.

"That bad?"

"Just had some rude customers today." She replied, raking a hand through her hair. "And I dropped all my flour on me, so that's definitely a plus." She gestured towards her shirt, covered in the powder.

"Wasn't gonna mention that." Scott chuckled, opening the door of their apartment building for her. "Looks like you just do a lot of cocaine."

"Shut up," Celeste swats his chest, walking into the lobby of the building. "I can't wait to take a shower."

The pair make their way to the elevator, Scott pressing the button for their floor. They stand in comfortable silence on the way up, tired from their separate days.