She Doesn't Know

“No time to think about that. There’s so many people here that it’s probably not me” figured Jenna as she proceeded with her walk. She was so focused on getting to work to acknowledge the public reactions, so she promptly approached the bakery, punched in 0000 on the keypad and stepped in.

Finally, thought Jenna as she tried to remember everything from her orientation with Marie. As per usual, this place had an amazing fragrance. It smelled like delicious baked pastries, bread, and even fresh coffee, just as she recalled. But something seemed a little off, just different enough for Jenna to stop in her tracks. What could it be?