Bakura nodded. "It's this way," he indicated, starting to walk.
True to his word, the cafe was not far at all, less than a block. It was a fairly small place, pictures lining the walls behind the counters, with few small tables. The display cases were full of pastries and cookies and the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods mingled pleasantly in the air.
As Bakura suspected, there were only two occupied tables, a man with a news paper and coffee, and a pair of teenage girls giggling over their sweets.
The girl at the counter gave a smile at him before getting up and opening the door to the back and calling something in French to whomever was in the kitchen. He gave a smile, pretty sure he heard the words "Chou à la crème" in whatever she had said.
It was pretty obvious what he came in for.
He turned back to Blue with a smile. "Did you want something? I'll cover."
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True to his word, the cafe was not far at all, less than a block. It was a fairly small place, pictures lining the walls behind the counters, with few small tables. The display cases were full of pastries and cookies and the smell of fresh coffee and baked goods mingled pleasantly in the air.
As Bakura suspected, there were only two occupied tables, a man with a news paper and coffee, and a pair of teenage girls giggling over their sweets.
The girl at the counter gave a smile at him before getting up and opening the door to the back and calling something in French to whomever was in the kitchen. He gave a smile, pretty sure he heard the words "Chou à la crème" in whatever she had said.
It was pretty obvious what he came in for.
He turned back to Blue with a smile. "Did you want something? I'll cover."