⌘ Bakery

@♕Princess Mina It was such an ordinary day for Naeun. Serving people, selling cakes, then mopping the floor. Still there was that unreplacable smile on her face. That smile never left her face. Not when she learned that her mother died while giving birth to her little new brother. She would look at the sky and say "You're happier there, aren't you?" Not even when their father stopped sending them money. Instead of crying in fear of starving to death she tried so hard to find a job, and she did. It was a kind of job which doesn't allow you to buy new clothes or stuff but enough to make your empty stomach full. But she was glad. She really was. She was glad that she was still alive and she had that precious brother with her. Absent-mindedly she served the food had been ordered, with a sheepish smile on her face. She obviously adored her little brother. "Have a nice day." She said with a wide grin on her face before bowing to the girl she had just served. The girl was dressed way too good and her face wasn't too foreign. Ignoring the thought Naeun headed towards the counter. Placing her elbows on the counter, with her chin in the palms of her hands she stared at the tv. There was the show that Naeun rarely watched. Today there was an interview with the royal family. It took a while to Naeun to realize everything. With lightnings flashing on her mind, she faced the beautiful girl, meeting her begging eyes. She immediately changed the channel to her favorite music channel. Why the hell someone from royalty would visit their bakery? She glanced at the princess again. It was her first time to see a royal with her bare eyes. Without not knowing how should she approach the girl, she sighed.
"Hey! Are you deaf? Don't you hear me!" Naeun was taken aback from her thoughts with a man voice, a customer wanted to buy. "A-ah." Stuttering she bowed her head. "Sorry sir. Would you mind telling your order again?" With a smile on her face she looked at the customer, still thinking about the princess.

@⌘ Son Naeun She had to be careful, that much she knew. She tried not to stick out, and it worked very well- she knew she wasn't a beauty, so no boys turned their heads when she walked past, and there were no jealous gazes of girls. After some time, she started feeling comfortable. Yes, the best she'd gotten was a skirt that went to her knees and a blouse. She still didn't look like the others, her clothes were a little too- conventional. She soon managed not to care about her clothes anymore, especially since nobody cared. She strolled through the streets, taking a peak into the shops here and there, and even managed to bring a smile to her face. She was so happy to see something else than the dull palace walls that she couldn't care less whether or not somebody recognized her.
At a corner, she found a cute bakery, and she knew the name, since the baker in the palace had told to have worked there. She entered it and approached the counter, ordering some chocolate cake and a cappuccino, and took place at a table near the counter. There was a television attached to the wall in a corner, where Maverick just told the news of Illéa. It was all going fine, the bakery wasn't too crowded and the TV's volume wasn't too high- until her face appeared on the screen. Her eyes widened a little- she was out without a guard or without having told anybody she would go- and she looked around, horror painted on her face. Luckily, nobody seemed to watch TV at that moment; nobody but the nice waitress behind the counter. Mina raised a finger and placed it in front of her lips, pleading expression on her face. Her lips forming the words 'don't tell them', she gave her a smile and turned to drink her cappuccino.