<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/Edits/Oldxianfull1499141_zps38c90cd5.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Jin Yamazaki</div></span><br/><br/>Jin had wasted no time getting back to work, it was as if a switch had been flipped as soon as he entered the bakery. Jin was no longer the lazy young man who just lounged around and waited for life to pass him by. He went from table to table, quickly tending to the different pastries and other ingredients. His eyes were dancing with a focus and passion that only people at the bakery would have known, as that was the only place his passion spilled out. The only thing that seemed to bring his thoughts to a pause was the sudden outburst of unfamiliar laughter that filtered through the air of the bakery and into the backroom. Jin smiled a bit and quickly went back to work, a slight bounce in his step as he rushed from one order to the next.<br/><br/>As Melda brought the tickets over to Rika, she would shout out what she needed before slipping the ticket onto the window ledge that looked into the backroom. Jin never responded to Rika, but he also never missed an order. He actually only spoke when he needed to let Rika know that an order was finished.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #8000FF">"Two double chocolate-dip donuts with crushed pecans."</span></span>Jin said as he quickly boxed them up in individual boxes, then placing them on the window ledge for Rika to grab.<br/><br/>The last order of the day finally came as Rika spun on her heels, shouting into the backroom for Jin to hear.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #8000FF">"Six raspberry double-dunkers! No nuts!"</span></span>Her voice called out, Jin repeating the order as he quickly went to getting it around,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Order up!"</span></span>. By this time, the front had cleared out and Melda was now being sneaky, placing the tips she had made that day in the tip jar. Rika wasn't an idiot though, and quickly caught on to what she had done. The young mother choose not to say anything though, she would strike at a later date.<br/><br/>Jin didn't even look up as the back door opened, Melda stepping through the doorway.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Hey..."</span></span>she said softly,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"You--uh..you need any help in here?"</span></span>she asked, seeming to be a bit shy. Jin looked up from the table he was cleaning, then looked around a bit.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Sure. Why not start on the dishes?"</span></span>he asked, nodding towards a sink full of water and kitchen utensils.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"Watch out for sharp things."</span></span>He added, then continued to clean off tables and put various things away.<br/><br/>When all was said and done, Jin removed his apron and then walked over to Melda, grabbing her by the hand and leading her into the front room once more. Rika was leaning against the counter, a wide smile on her lips as Jin lead Melda to a seat, then forced her to sit in it. Rika then chimed in as Jin turned around and vanished into the back room once again.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #8000FF">"Close your eyes dear!"</span></span>she urged before Jin returned to the front room a minuet later.<br/><br/>The young man walked over to Melda and placed something on the table right in front of her.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #0080FF">"You can open your eyes now."</span></span>Jin said in a sort of mono toned voice, clearly back to his apathetic ways. What laid in front of Melda was nothing short of a masterpiece of baking excellence and artistic devotion. Sitting inside a lovely box was a twelve inch cookie-cake square with a painting on it done purely in edible frosting-type paint. The painting was of the bakery with the sun setting behind it, three people standing in front of the bakery. The furthest left person Was Rika, holding a sign with the name of the bakery on it. The furthest person on the right was Jin, wearing an apron, standing in a pile of donuts with his usual look of apathy. In the middle was Melda in her maid uniform, a big smile on her face as she laughed.