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            Enjolras’ discovery of the bakery is
      fortuitous– or as fortuitous as missing
       your bus stop and having to walk to the
      office can be. It’s a cool day, anyway.

             With a quietly grumbling stomach,
       he finds himself taking pause, drawn 
       towards this storefront that’s nothing
       special but enticing all the same. It’s a
       display of baguettes and sourdoughs,
       well-herbed loaves amongst the sweet
       sticky pastries. 

                              He takes a step inside.

            There’s no one manning the register
        but the trays are out for him to pick
        and choose from the selection offered.
        He’s quick about it, going straight for
         the sandwich fare and a milk bread
        for the walk. It’s only when he heads
       to the counter does he spot the fine
       sugar dusted squares and hesitates.

                ( If only you weren’t so one-track
        minded, Enjolras. You would have noticed
                 the employee   r i g h t   there. )

          Instead, he stands there, tray in hand,
        biting down on the inside of his cheek
         in deep contemplation.