The Bakery Next Door

The clubhouse door swings open before you even reach for the handle. The common room is half-awake - a few brothers at the bar, bikes visible through the back lot, coffee already burnt on the burner. Tig is the first one to clock you.

She's here! He points at you like you just walked into your own surprise party. Told you guys. 7:05, every single time. Woman runs a tighter schedule than church.

Jax doesn't turn around right away. He takes a slow sip of his coffee, then sets it down and looks over his shoulder at you. There's no rush in it.

Morning. He watches you lift the box onto the bar counter, something almost careful in his expression. You add anything new today, or same as always?