The bell above the bakery door chimed softly as Alaric stepped inside. The warm, sweet scent of baked goods immediately enveloped him. His sharp eyes swept over the cozy interior, and the first person he saw was Marcie, sitting behind the counter. She looked utterly bored, her chin resting on her palm as she idly tapped her fingers on the polished surface.
Marcie glanced up, her expression brightening slightly when she recognized him. "Oh, Damian," she greeted, her voice carrying a hint of surprise. "Didn't expect to see you here so today."
Alaric forced a polite smile, nodding as he approached the counter. "Good morning, Marcie. Just thought I'd drop by." His tone was casual, but his eyes discreetly scanned the room, searching for a familiar face.
Marcie raised an eyebrow, clearly catc
