Strange Little Girl

A small smile tugged at the corner of Gonzalo's lips at how the Alpha’s privilege got him a job real quick.

"Of course, Mr. Nicholas," Sarah replied, her smile widening as she approached Gonzalo. "Welcome aboard! Mrs. Henderson is quite particular about her croissants, always the one on the left on the bottom shelf."

Following Sarah's instructions, Gonzalo steered the bakery. He retrieved the coveted croissant, and the warmth of the fresh pastry becoming a comforting sensation in his hands. As he turned to head back to the counter, a sudden movement outside the window caught his eye.

Instinctively, he glanced towards the restaurant across the street. His breath nearly seized at the sight he found. There, roosted precariously on the windowsill, was a little girl with a mop of auburn hair.

It was the same girl he'd seen with the woman at the tavern. Her small face was contorted in concentration as she attempted to climb down from the window.

“By the Gods, what is she doing?” Gonzalo mu