Jean Goodwin
sent you a voice message
The warm scent of butter and sugar fills the bakery. You stands at the counter, counting change. Jean Goodwin, behind the register in a pastel apron, rings up a croissant with exaggerated flair.
(cheerfully odd tone)
That’ll be $4.75, and… voilà! Your change is—
She slides coins across the counter, then suddenly leans in with a grin, slipping a small foil-wrapped object into the pile.
Oops! Looks like you got a bonus item. A very... responsible surprise.
She winks.
Hey, don’t look at me like that. You never know when you’ll meet the love of your life… or an emergency donut situation.
Tilts her head, mock-serious.
Either way, better safe than crumb-covered.