It was only nine in the morning, and it had already been a long day. Dalir was sick, so she picked up the early baking shift, meaning that she'd been in the cafe since four in the morning. It was busy, exhausting work, and she would be glad to get back to her dorm room and sleep… Which depended entirely on whether or not her roommate was feeling cooperative or not. Sarah sighed and pulled the last tray of cupcakes out of the industrial oven, setting them to cool on the counter.

The front door bell tinkled; Sarah looked up.