"Well, I don't think birds are so bad," He'll say casually, gathering himself up and moving to stand, he'll crumple up the bag his cinnamon twist had been in and toss it easily, moving back to the counter to grab Bull's cupcakes.

"I'll see you tomorrow, though I might come in early." He gives JW a little smile, a little more honest than his previous ones, showing all that reserve despite his language and talkative personality, "That way when I get you to tell me, I won't get any texts from the chief."

It's all said so fast, because he doesn't want to lose his nerve, and as soon as the word 'chief' passes his lips, he's out the door and moving down the street, not even looking back. He's going to sorely regret it if things are awkward tomorrow morning and every other new day that brings him to the bakery.