[ A surprising amount of time passes before Alisaie appears once more in the back of the bakery away from the storefront. Their coworkers mostly disperse back to their tasks and chatter goes on around him, though Sunday keeps his focus on the work before him.

When she does return he notes her presence in the way a familiar resonance comes into focus, but he doesn't look up. Not even when she's suddenly there instead of heading back to the storeroom like he would've thought, though he pauses for just a second after finishing one piped line when she speaks before continuing onto the next one. ]

I was merely refilling the display before the usual rush.

[ Placidly, with the air of a man entirely unbothered since the majority of his focus is on the last part of this design. Or would be if his hand hadn't chosen that exact moment to cramp from requiring that even pressure to prevent uneven lines, icing abruptly flooding out of the bag, or other miscellaneous unfortunate incidents - not that he knows from experience or anything.

As he pauses to shake out his hand for a couple of seconds, it's then that he glances up to appraise her. ]

I cannot help that it happened to be when you had a visitor.

[ "visitor" ]