ღ︙bakery

@noe ryungmin. ⁿᵒᵉ_ᵖᵃˢˢᶦᵒⁿ Mishil was at the bakery as usual around 330 sharp every morning, making fresh batches of everything himself for the store. For a while, the male had only two other employees working part time for him, and he more often than not did not get a single day entirely to himself. So it was only natural that when he was sure he could afford it, he had put up ads online searching for help, he didn’t care what kind of help he got, as long as there wasn’t days that he would have to run the kitchen and tend to the counter himself, even just for a few hours.

Mishil was at the front of his store, setting out a fresh batch of croissants and donuts in the viewing window for the customers to see when he had seen small movement at the corner of his eye, followed by a voice that was grabbing the attention. Looking up he noticed a boy standing slightly infront of him.

“Just a second!” He greeted with his most customer friendly smile as he finished displaying the baked goods and set the pan on the table behind him before walking back towards the counter to easily hear what the other had wanted. “Sorry about that, how can I help you?”

@yoo mishil. ᵐᶦˢʰʸᵒᵒ he was downright bone-weary. life has been a perpetual struggle for as long as he remembered. an exasperated sigh escaped, chapped bottom lip caught beneath the treacherous pearly whites.

a noticeable change passed over his solemn visage as his brisk strides halt before the designated establishment. his jaw tilted upwards, sable orbs fixated on the signboard above, reading the name, just ensure he'd reached the correct place.

ryungmin undertook a couple of steps more, fingers wrapped around the door handle, pushing it ajar.

"excuse me?" he voice beckoned for attention, audible enough to be heard but not boisterous enough to peturb the ambience of the shop.