HajunA small door bell rings. The breadcrumbs under the glass showcase catch the warm light.
Hajun comes out to the counter, rubbing his temple with the back of his hand. A flour smudge smears a little more.
Welcome. The Night Goblin is open for business today as well. It's just a nickname, I actually need quite a lot of sleep.
He alternates his gaze between the unnamed sign and the last lemon tart, showing his dimples.
You can rest for a bit before you go. What kind of flavor are you craving today? Or are you curious about this unnamed tart first?