The scent of warm bread and fruity flavour instantly greeted Nerissa once she stepped inside.
It was empty, as expected, since it was already late in the night.
From behind the counter, the staff smiled at her warmly and gestured toward the glass display case that showcased all kinds of meticulously crafted cakes. A little bit different than usual for Nerissa, the places in this city were all so grand, but the atmosphere was the same.
She felt familiar, relaxed, and more importantly, it felt like home.
"One fruitcake, please."
"Right away, miss."
"Is it possible to eat here? Or are those chairs and tables for waiting only?"
"Of course, miss. Make yourself comfortable. I'll bring your cake when it's ready."
"Thank you."
Nerissa took a seat on a chair right beside the window facing the empty night street outside.
