183 •~•Chapter 3•~•

The sun streams into the little bakery shop, it's still pretty early in the morning but it's already so bright, Dia ascribes it to one of the things that come with living in the city.

It's so busy out, cars driving by in a hurry and people moving around in even more of a hurry, no one seems to have the time to sit at the comfortable tables to savor the warm pastries, the few that do all but gobbling them down just to be on their way again.

It's business as usual for the curvy Werewolf as most of the people coming in her bakery took their orders to go.

"Mom, we're running out of the blueberry muffins." A young lady with dark brown hair in a pale pink apron with a diamond embroidered over it says, standing behind the counter and trying to get her mother's attention.