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[Color=crimson]Time:[/color] Morning
[Color=crimson]Location:[/color] Sweet Keks
[Color=crimson]Interactions:[/color] [@Ithradine] Volfango


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The bakery had picked up shortly after her first customers had left. Now there was a short line along with some people who were sitting and eating their bars goods. Sorrel was wrapping up a few macarons for a customer when a man, a rather gorgeous looking man, walked into the shop and announced his presence. Sorrel had paused what she was doing, briefly distracted, before giggling a little and handing over the customers goods. [Color=crimson]"Looks like we've got a lively one today, wouldn't you say Mrs. Miller?"[/color] The older woman giggled and nodded while taking her treats and walking away.

Soon enough the man was in front of the counter and she gave him a sweet smile. [Color=crimson]"Buongiorno."[/color] She began with a small giggle at his flirtatious words. [Color=crimson]"Thank goodness the hospital is not that far from here then."[/color] She teased as she went about getting his order together. She'd thought she'd caught a familiar wolf like scent on the man, but it was becoming increasingly hard to tell with all the mixtures of scents in the bakery now. It was interesting to her at how many werewolves there now seemed to be in this town.

She set his coffee and hörnchen down on the counter in front of him as she began ringing him up. [Color=crimson]"It seems I haven't seen you around here before. What brings such a gorgeous man like yourself here to Ember Grove? Especially when I'm guessing you came from Italy, yes?"[/color] She knew it was cold to assume where he was from, but she'd been around long enough she'd gotten good at pinpointing where people were from. Not to mention his greeting was a large hint. She also knew her question could be turned right around on her as she sported an accent not from the area as well. No one had come in after him yet and he was the only one in line now, so Sorrel didn't have a problem with striking up a bit of a conversation. Especially if it were with a man who was as intriguing as this one.