There was no rush in the bakery today, which was a blessing and a curse. A blessing in the sense that she didn't have to rush around, making sure that nothing was burning and that everybody was satisfied, but a curse in the sense that it meant that a storm was brewing in Birmingham. Biting her lip, Cordelia 'Cora' Johnson, pulled off her apron and closed her small bakery, checking twice to make sure the door was locked. The streets of Birmingham were noisy with workers, but the streets were less crowded than usual, something that Cora took notice of as she made her way to the Garrison.

"Ello, Harry." Cora greeted sweetly as she made her way to a seat at the bar, "Any news floating around here?"

"There's nothing that you don't already hear in that bakery of yours." Harry said, handing her a glass of water, "I don't know why you insist on coming here every day to ask the same question only to get the same answer."

Cora shrugged lightly, before picking up her drink and taking a sip, "It's good for business."

And good for business it was.

"Besides," Cora said as she placed her cup down, "You get more interaction with the customers than I'll ever have. When are you going to get another bartender? I know a few lads who would be interested if you are?"

Harry gave Cora an exasperated stare as he dried a glass, gently setting it into the cupboard before turning to face her and resting his arms on the table, "You know I don't need the help, Cora. I like working by myself just fine."

"I know, but I worry about you, Harry." Which was true. Ever since the war had ended, the number of soldiers that would come to the cavern to drink their nightmares away was horrifying enough, and when they lapsed into a moment of where they forgot where they were and imagined themselves back at the battleground… one man couldn't take down a soldier.

"I know you do, and I thank you for that." Harry gave Cora a soft look before glancing at the clock on the wall next to him, "It's getting late. A lady such as yourself shouldn't be roaming the streets alone at night; it ain't safe."

Looking up at the clock, Cora sighed, grabbing her bag and placing a few coins on the counter. Bidding Harry a soft farewell, Cora left the bar, her heels clicking against the wooden floor, almost inaudible to those who were currently in the bar, except one for one person. Cora ignored the chilling stare she felt as she left the bar, it wasn't as though she didn't know who it was… only one man had the right to set eyes on her now, and only one man would.