At around half past one, Sunshine breezes into the bookshop, workday officially over. Hey, starting at five AM has its perks, aside from the most recent one of 'not getting rained on in transit.' Not that she had the means of fully appreciating the downpour from back in the windowless bakery, but she could see it coming down when she ventured out behind the counter to stock the display cabinets, and the pavement is still wet when her shift ends. Ugh. A good morning to be stuck in the bakery, then.

There's no obvious sign of Aziraphale when she walks in, but Spike is there, and looking a bit more glowering than usual. The target of his ire is an actual customer - gods, you don't see those often - determinedly browsing the shelves despite the vampire lite boring figurative holes into the back of his head. Sunshine raises her eyebrows, then sidles up to Spike and slips an arm around his waist. "Hey, sweetie," she says, if only to highlight the yawning gulf between 'sweet' and Spike's current expression. The customer turns to give her a confused look, and she furrows her brow right back at him as if to say, 'I wasn't talking to you.' The guy's gaze briefly slides over to Spike, and then he turns back to the shelf.

Well, that was weird. "You've got a stubborn one," she observes in an undertone.