"That'll be $7, please," Claire says, bagging the young woman's order: a nice large bag of freshly baked cookies. After all, why would the centaur look so flushed other than the billowing dry heat of the oven as she removed the tasty confections to be sold to her next customer.

"Here you are," she replies, handing over the money. "You know I can't make a week without these. I don't know what you put in them but they're so addictive."

"Haha, well you know I can't be sharing my trade secrets like that or I'd be out of business!"

"Yeah, I suppose not." The black-haired woman smiles, before a sudden thought strikes her. "By the way, did my sister stop by here? She sent me a text saying she was going to stop in before work and I was hoping to run into her here."

The barest flick of an ear is all that indicates that something is off. Something that the girl misses "N-no, you're my first customer today. Sorry!"

"Oh darn. I always miss her. Oh well, have a nice day!"

Claire sighs happily as the woman leaves. It's almost like she was trying to hide something.

Art by  DegenerateException

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