Alex’s eyes sparkled. “Deal.”

He nodded, gesturing toward the vacant stall on the opposite side. “Go ahead. I’ll be quick.”

She pushed open the squeaky door of Unit 24, only to find the space already occupied. A faint, muffled voice echoed from inside, “…and then I thought—”

Bunny, cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink than her fur, managed a nervous laugh. “No problem. I just… needed the… you know.”

As Bunny disappeared into the stall, the stranger glanced at the cinnamon rolls in her basket, his curiosity piqued. He set down his sketchbooks, pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, and began to doodle—an impromptu portrait of a rabbit with a baker’s hat, surrounded by swirling steam and a tiny, mischievous grin.