Easy enough. Junior gave him a speculative look as he checked out what was available; it was a rotating stock, after all, not something that could all be made in a day but deserved to be sold over the week. Besides, well-kept pastries and breads could still be sold the next day at a discount and it really did help business to be practical and fair both. Either way, he continued to putter until the man made his decision, then reached inside with his tongs to set them on a plate above the counter. He started punching in the price on reflex, turning to give his patron a smile.

For all that the man was new and probably from out of town, he was definitely handsome and fleshed out in all the right places. Maybe something for a fantasy later if he thought about it; the chances of ever seeing him again were close to nothing, after all. "All right, did you want this to eat in or take out?" he asked, hand going to receive the payment as he gave the total. There was a strange pull in the air, easily attributed to the attraction, and he was going to remain professional throughout. Word traveled easily and with apps tracking new businesses and word of mouth more powerful than ever, it wouldn't do to give the new guy a reason to think he was being hit on just for walking in.