As Bunny disappeared into the stall, the stranger glanced at the cinnamon rolls in her basket, his curiosity piqued. He set down his sketchbooks, pulled out a fresh sheet of paper, and began to doodle—an impromptu portrait of a rabbit with a baker’s hat, surrounded by swirling steam and a tiny, mischievous grin.

He nodded, gesturing toward the vacant stall on the opposite side. “Go ahead. I’ll be quick.”

Alex’s eyes sparkled. “Deal.”

Bunny, cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink than her fur, managed a nervous laugh. “No problem. I just… needed the… you know.”

Bunny Brownie hopped down the narrow hallway of the old apartment building, her ears twitching at every creak. She’d just finished her morning shift at the bakery, a tray of fresh cinnamon rolls still warm in her basket, when the sudden, urgent need to use the restroom sent her sprinting toward the nearest bathroom.

He smiled, a shy grin that lit up his face. “I’m Alex. I’m an illustrator. I come here sometimes to find… inspiration.”