Adam held the door for him as they got out, eternally conscious of how they would be seen.

Ronan was on his bad side, and his brow flickered briefly with confusion because he didn't hear the whole question and couldn't make sense of it. Something about pastries? He nodded and gave Ronan a smile, then moved ahead to hold the next door for him. The bakery was warm inside, and had done well enough over the years to have expanded into a little cafe, where they served tea, coffee, and their memorable pastries.

Adam's mouth watered with hunger, thinking of coffee and cinnamon rolls, both luxuries that he hadn't had in years.