downtown streets

@carlen h. it was getting late and dark outside, but minjun still had to finish cleaning up his bakery. he had closed it about an hour ago, now washing the tables as some soft jazz music played in the background. his kitten ears moved a bit on top of his head and his tail swayed behind him. the human cat hybrid sighed and stood up, fully to stretch and go wash his hands. he heard the oven timer go off and ran over quickly to get the fresh bread and cookies out, a sweet sugary and chocolaty scent filling the air. as minjun placed the items aside to let them cool off, he removed the oven mitts from his hands and brushed his hair back, a bit of flour dusting the tip of his nose and the cupid bow of his lips.