"Oh this is lovely…" The first owner of the small cupcake shop turned full fledged bakery cooed as she looked over the binder of new logos and ideas for shop names Spam had compiled.
"Any catch your eye?" The snowy Addison chimed as he took another small bite of the éclair the second owner had offered him, free of charge the second owner insisted alongside a comment about the small Addison being far too skinny.
Initially, Span was content to just let the pasty make up for the offhand comment, but after the first bite, Spam had decided that he would have to fill the small tip jar on the counter to the brim.
"Oh I'm honestly torn…" The first owner sighed in dismay as she took her cell to look at something; "As soon as the batch of brownies is in the oven, I'll have to call my husband out here to help, it's his business too you know." With that she pocketed the device and resumed looking over the binder.
"Of course, of course…" Spam hummed through a nod as he made a show of admiring the now half-eaten éclair in his hands; "Though now that the new merchandise is here, I think I should have suggested, 'Sweets to die for' because this éclair is amazing!"
The client tittered a soft laugh, a proud smile creeping onto her face, "Oh, what a gentleman." She cooed, lifting her mug of tea to hide her warming expression, only to find that she had long run out of drink.
In the next ten minutes, Spam was presented with a specialty house blend mocha which the owner insisted was the average brew, despite the fact that Spam could clearly see on the order board that whipped cream and marshmallows totaled an extra seventy five cents.
But it was delicious so he couldn't complain.
Just as the owner was having herself a giggle about his new whipped cream moustache, the second owner and husband walked out from the back.
He was a large Darkner, tall, blurry, Spam had met him before and was surprised the larger monster hadn't broken his arm or sent him through the roof when they shook hands.
But he greeted Spam with a broad smile and another firm handshake before taking a seat beside his wife to begin pouring over the binder.
It only took them seven minutes to narrow down their options to the top three choices they both liked, but it took nearly another twenty minutes of back and forth affectionate bickering for them to finally settle on what they wanted to call their new bakery.
"Baked Delights…" The wife told Spam with a smile, tapping on the accompanying logo.
"Catchy but familiar." Spam said with a grin, "Keeping the business true to its delightful roots while also introducing the new elements. It was actually the first name I thought up when you told me what you wanted to change."
The clients smiled and nodded, understanding the gist of what Spam was trying to say, but probably not the language.
"We'll take it." The husband chimed gruffly as he held out a hand again, Spam shook it best he could.
"Brilliant, I'll forward you the right just as soon as payment comes through." The young Addison chirped as he gathered the binder into his arms and slipped from the seat.
"We can't thank you enough." The wife cooed with a smile as she trailed after Span to the counter, "You've been a wonder to work with. Please, come back anytime, we'd love to see you again."
"Doubt I'd be able to stay away long, I have, what? Nineteen other new treats to try?" The wife giggled as she slipped around behind the counter again.
"Consider them on the house." She chimed, but Spam waved her off.
"Naw, don't offer me free food, I'll drive your business to the ground… I have an unreasonable sweet tooth you see." They both had a nice laugh at that.
"I will however take four eclairs to go, I've been raving about this place to my siblings since my first cupcake, but they've been too busy to swing by."
With a box of eclairs, a few extra bills than necessary finding their way into the tip jar on the counter and a bright, chipper farewell, Spam pulled his hood up over his head and began making his way home, casually checking his email to see the payment notification had already come through, alongside a generous tip.
Spam grinned to himself as he forwarded the new logo and name to the clients. It felt nice to have his hard work be appreciated.
Along the way to the bus stop, after finally breaking his streak of reaching each intersection just as his side of the street was allowed to cross, Spam was forced to pause at a walkway, waiting with a crowd of people for the walk signal to give them the right of way.
Around him were a horde of Addisons, he was in the downtown district after all, chock full of business' and shops, where many Addisons made their livings. All of the surrounding Addisons were as colorful as the hundreds of advertisements lining the buildings and demanding passerby's attentions.
All of them as unique as their colors, doing their own thing… But none of them looked happy…
A bright Purple Addison was having a very heated discussion on their phone, completely oblivious to the racket they were making. A group of Green Addisons were arguing among themselves, their voices hushed but still bitter. One particularly Red Addison just seemed really grumpy…
They were all colorful, they all had found their calling, their purpose... And they were all miserable…
So, for the first time in a long while, Spam was glad that he was himself.
When the light gave them way, Spam let the larger group of Addison's go before him, just so no one would trip over him, and halfway across the walk, he took his hood off.
Completely missing how one particular orange Addison crossing on the other side of the street nearly tripped over himself upon catching sight of the small Snowy Addison.
Spam was, for once, happy with himself, and he wasn't going to let anything change that.