The bell over the shop door jingles as Lexie stepped in,letting the cool air wash over her.
She tucked a loose curl behind her ear,balancing her bag on one shoulder as she waved to the old man behind the counter.
"Hey Mr. Davis"..
He barely glanced up from his crossword.
"Guitar girl's back"
He mumbled with a smirk. Lexie grinned,cheeks warming.
She didn't even look at it today,not yet.
She headed towards the shelves to start her shift.
Just as she passed the front counter,she froze.
A small paper bag sat there. Neatly folded. A sticky note to the front.
"For Lexie, eat before you starve to death ".
Her brows knit.
She hadn't told anyone she skipped lunch. But she had.
Her stomach had been growling all through 6th period.
She peeked inside the bag,a fresh croissant from the expensive bakery across town. The kind that flaked when you breath on it.
No receipt, no note..no clue of who left it.
Just her name and the warmth still in the paper bag.
She walked to the counter,bag in hand,heart suddenly beating too loud.
"Mr. Davis".
She said,voice casual but curious
"Did anyone drop this off?"
He didnt look up
"what is it?".
"A crossiant. In a fancy bag".
Now he looked. His thick glasses slid down his nose,he squinted at the paper bag.
"Didn't see anyone. Could have been while I was restocking the strings earlier. Why?"..
Lexie shrugged
"It has my name on it"..
He raised an eyebrow
"Secret admirer?"
She rolled her eyes,but her smile twitched
"More like a confused Uber Eats driver"