[Mason Lancaster]

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Mason’s shift should have ended a half hour ago, but there was a call out on the next shift so he said he’d stay an extra twelve hours, half that shift covered. It was half past eight in the morning, and he’d been going most of the night. Most of the calls were all pretty routine. The standard stubbed toe that the patient waits to call about until the middle of the night. Babies being fussy because they have gas and new parents worried because they won’t stop crying. A couple transports to the hospital, but mostly just assurring people they were alright and could follow up with their doctor in the morning if they wanted. [break][break]

“You want coffee?” Mason asked Freddy, his partner on the rescue, as they were heading back from their first call since shift change. Freddy had just come on shift, but he nodded anyway. “Yeah, just not that terrible pot back at the station.” [break][break]

“Just what I was thinking. I know a good place on the way back to the station.” Mason gave Freddy directions to get to the bakery that was nearby. When Freddy pulled into a parking space, he took out his wallet and moved to hand Mason some cash. “I’ll wait out here in case we get another call. Grab me a chocolate glazed donut and a large coffee?” Mason didn’t take the cash, but nodded. “Yeah. Have fun talking to Tinder girl. I got my radio up so I’ll hear if we do actually get a call.” [break][break]

Freddy already had his cellphone out by the time Mason shut the passenger door to the ambulance. Mason shook his head and laughed to himself as he walked toward the door. Freddy had a new ‘girlfriend’ just about every week. It was a wonder he had anyone left to hit on left on any of the dating sites. [break][break]

When Mason opened the door to the bakery, he was glad that there wasn’t a long line, just a couple people before him. The chances of getting a cup of good, fresh coffee was high. He didn’t think he could put up with another stale burnt cup from the pot at the station. [break]

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[attr="class","MASONsimple_Notes"]Felicity Everette [break]
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[Felicity Everette]

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The last few months had been nothing but a whirlwind of crazy. A wicked storm rolled through and destroyed her grandmother’s home, so Felicity left to help her grandmother relocate. At least, that’s how it all started. Then the strongest woman she knew, had a stroke. It was ‘mild’ according to the doctors, and likely induced by the stress from moving and losing her home. But after insuring Nora was recovering and offering promises of more frequent visits; Felicity had to return home to her business and her friends. She was thankful for her employees and their willingness to keep her little bakery afloat while she was away.

Of course, in her time away she did decide on some new menu items to try. Her personal favorite being the ‘Supreme Croissant’. But she wanted to try sampling them out before adding them to the menu for good. That, and she started a frequent shopper’s card that enticed repeat customers with a free beverage every time the card was filled out.

So, after getting her typical early start, Felicity wasted no time in getting back into the swing of things. Though she was trying her best not to be running the register or the mixers in the back. The last thing she needed was to be replacing another industrial size mixer in less than a year. But people were entitled to their breaks, so Felicity found herself once again behind the counter. Blonde hair loosely pinned back as she put on gloves and set to work handling the steady flow of customers.

“Yes, it’s good to be back. Enjoy your pastries!” her soft voice barely carried through the space, not trying to be loud or disturb the few people milling about at different tables. Chocolate brown eyes drifted to the man as she closed the register drawer and offered a friendly smile. “What can I get y-oh, hey.” she studied his face for a brief moment as she tried to place his name. “Mason, black coffee… right?” She half turned to pick up one of the cups, and raised a brow.

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Mason Lancaster
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[Mason Lancaster]

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Mason had to make a point to come into this shop more often. He’d thought about stopping several times recently, when he was passing by on his way in or on his way home from work. But all too often in the past few months, he’d been juggling so many things between his mother coming back home after rehab, and all the drama with Maddie and Tomas that he said he hadn't wanted to be in the middle of (but still, somehow still ended up involved in), he usually had somewhere that he had to be. [break][break]

It didn’t take long for the line to dwindle. Mason was busy looking at the case of baked goods, deciding if he was just going to get himself a donut as well, or if he wanted something different. Finally, he decided he may as well get a dozen and bring them back to the firehouse. He’d make sure to grab a couple extra chocolate glazed for Freddy. [break][break]

When it was his turn, Mason stepped up to the counter. It only took a few seconds when the owner turned to greet him before a look of recognition crossed her face. Not only did she remember his name, but she also remembered his coffee preference. Mason was impressed that she had such a good memory, since he wasn’t what could be considered a regular. Yet. He was going to try to make a point to change that, especially with an owner and staff who were so friendly. [break][break]

“That’s right.” A smile pulled up the corner of his mouth. “I also need a second large coffee, but that one is with two creams and two sugars. My partner this morning has a sweet tooth.” Mason laughed. “Which is part of why I also need to order fourteen donuts. Two chocolate glazed, and then the rest just assorted, please.” [break][break]

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[Felicity Everette]

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Honestly, her ability to recall familiar faces and orders was a surprising skill, even to her. Especially considering she had a gap in her memories for about ten months. But hey, that’s just how things worked sometimes. Besides, Felicity didn’t like to question things all that much. She preferred to just focus on her current enjoyments in life. Like her bakery, partying and alcohol. Okay, so perhaps she needed to get some healthier hobbies.

She smiled warmly at Mason as she made his coffee, and also grabbed a second cup to start the second coffee. Two creams and two sugars. She couldn’t help but chuckle a little at his comment on his coworker’s sweet tooth. “Hey, I won’t complain about someone having a sweet tooth, I doubt I’d stay open just for the coffee.” She teased, stirring the second coffee before popping a lid on both cups and setting them on the counter before him.

“I’ll put the two chocolate glazed donuts in their own bag.” She assured him with a nod as she opened a white paper bag and put two, chocolate glazed donuts in with their respective parchment papers keeping them from sticking together. Folding the top of the bag down twice and setting it on the counter before she picked up one of the boxes for the dozen assorted donuts. She put a few iced donuts, plain glazed, powdered, cream filled, jelly filled and French crullers. Folding the box’s lid down and placing a sticker to hold the box shut.

“Okay, I think that has you all sorted… hopefully we’ll be seeing more of you, Mason.” Felicity couldn’t help but smile, removing her gloves as she began to push a few buttons on the register. “That’ll be $9.75, coffees are on the house for emergency response workers.” She said with a nod to the ambulance and his attire with a wink.

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Mason Lancaster
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Of course she didn’t mind a sweet tooth, it was better for her business. Mason nodded and let out a quiet laugh when she explained that people with a sweet tooth kept her in business. He supposed that was fair and accurate. He was certainly in a minority of people who didn’t have as much of a sweet tooth in general, but he blamed part of that on his enhanced senses. Sweet things could become overwhelming very quickly if the sweetness wasn’t properly balanced. [break][break]

That’s why he’d liked that pastry he had there the last time so much. Dark chocolate, sea salt, and salted caramel croissant. It was sweet, but it was perfectly balanced out with savory and salty so it wasn’t cloyingly sweet. [break][break]

“Thanks, Freddy will probably have at least one of them polished off before we even get back to the station.” Mason half joked. Truth was, Freddy would probably eat one before they were out of the parking space. [break][break]

He watched her expertly pack the donuts with an easy sort of care. It was clear that she was proud of her work, and Mason liked that about her. It was what he’d noticed the last time he was in as well, what had kept this place in his mind as somewhere to come back to. [break][break]

“The plan is absolutely to make it in more often.” He pulled his wallet out as she was tallying everything up. “You’ve got one of the best shops in town that I’ve come across/” He gave a smile when she said coffee was on the house for emergency workers. He’d long since given up the ‘are you sure’ and ‘that’s not necessary’ responses. “Thanks.” He said instead, handing her a ten and slipping a five in the tip jar. [break]

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[Felicity Everette]

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Enjoying her work and being passionate about what she did made the job a breeze most days, especially when she got to enjoy seeing the big smiles on a kid’s face as the sugar hit. Or watching a couple meet for a coffee date. She liked getting to be a small part of brightening someone’s day. And if it was someone she remembered; it always seemed to make a more memorable impression when she could recall something they liked.

Afterall, one didn’t get into this line of work without enjoying it to some extent. And while baking was where her passions truly lie, customer service was a close second on her good days. And thankfully; today was a fairly decent day. Not to mention, she enjoyed getting to see Mason again. She couldn’t help but chuckle at his words on his partner and how he’d likely have at least one of the donuts finished before they got back to the station. “Nothing wrong with that, so long as he remembers to not rush and get choked up.” She teased with an amused grin.

She most certainly hoped to see him in more often, though she wouldn’t mind seeing him elsewhere too. Felicity removed the gloves as she smiled, a slight blush creeping into her cheeks at his compliment to her shop. “Well, thank-you! We definitely take pride in the goods we offer.” She said with a smile that practically screamed the pride she took in her work. After all; one didn’t spend hours altering and crafting new recipes if they didn’t care.

She accepted his payment and tapped on the register, getting his change and offering it with his receipt. “Anytime.” She offered another smile as she slid the box of donuts forward to him. “Don’t be a stranger.” If she wasn’t at work she might have tried to flirt more obviously, or even tried asking for his number… but she felt like hitting on her customers was a bit, well; classless. Besides, someone who looked like him had to have a girlfriend or something; right?

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Notes: Let me know if you need more to work with, and sorry for the delay. My Felicity muse has been touch and go lately >.<

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The shop owner definitely had pride in her store. Maso could appreciate that kind of dedication and work ethic. She clearly put her heart into her work, and it seemed like it had paid off for her. Especially considering how her treats and coffee seemed to always be on point. [break][break]

“I’ll be sure to remind him that I can’t do the heimlich on him while he’s driving.” Mason smirked. He didn’t know Felicity well enough to say what he’d actually say to Freddy, something more like ‘here, stuff your face but don’t kill us on the way back if you choke’. They’d known each other and been friends for so many years now that they were absolute dicks to each other on the regular. It was all good though, if they didn’t act like jerks to each other that was when you’d have to worry. [break][break]

When she handed him the receipt and change, Mason dropped the coins into the tip jar as well and stuffed the receipt into his pocket. He picked up the box of donuts and paused, hearing the tones on his radio that meant someone was about to get sent a call. His radio was low enough that no one more than a couple feet away from him would even be able to hear it, but he had no trouble focusing on the words. “Rescue 11, engine 13 respond for a traffic crash-” They were stations across town, far enough away that it was very unlikely he’d get called to that scene, so Mason stopped listening. He stacked the coffees atop the box and picked up the bag with Freddy’s donuts. Sure, it may look a little precarious, but that thought didn’t even cross his mind. [break][break]

“I guess I should be getting these back to the station before it’s us getting another call.” He grinned. “I look forward to being a bit more of a regular.” [break][break]

If he was anyone else, or if Freddy had come inside with him, Mason might have realized that the color on Felicity's cheeks wasn’t just from rushing around working, or that there was subtle flirting hiding behind her professionalism. But Mason was utterly hopeless. He didn’t ever catch on to anything subtle. He hardly caught on to blatant flirting, and frequently just assumed he was misreading a situation if he did think someone was flirting with him. [break]

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