Sumiko skipped towards the bakery, hair fluffed out behind her and warm jacket thrown over her to protect her from the cold. She was tired, but that was to be expected. It was the new year, Sumiko had stayed up late. She saw that the door of the bakery was open and saw that someone was inside. So, Sumiko decided to go with a more, male-free route. The side door to the kitchen.
Sumiko used the spare key she had to go into the kitchen, grabbing her apron from it's rack on the wall. She tied it around her waist and put her hair in a ponytail. 
Sumiko began to pull out mixers, ingredients, and her recipe book. She couldn't remember all the recipes by heart, so she kept a little handwritten book in her apron with the recipes written down. She had a spare in one of the cabinets in case one was stolen or lost.
Sumiko began to bake, starting with small things: breakfast pastries, things like that. It was her normal work routine. And Sumiko was going to fulfill it. Then she might go interact with the guys. Maybe.