One of the few enjoyments in Christian's life was going to the bakery on the first floor of the building he worked in. He had a serious sweet tooth and flying burned A LOT of calories. He went there during his lunch break every weekday.
Admittedly, he didn't only go there for the food though it was delicious. The real reason he kept going back was because of one of the girls that worked there.
He didn't know her name at first. He saw her sitting at a table in the corner of the room closest to the employee entrance and the first thing that struck him was how white she was. White hair, completely white uniform from her hat to her shoes, white skin. The only bit of color on her was her violet eyes.
Christian had never seen eyes like that before. Or hair like that on a person under eighty.
