Outside the House of Ill-Repute, Saturday Morning

[doubleohblonde]

The thing about living right next to J,GoB was that if one was sufficiently charming to the staff, they could be prevailed upon to deliver pastries still warm from the oven directly to your door, and Bond had more than enough motivation to be charming when fresh pastries were involved.

That, as well as the sunny but still cool weather, was how Bond came to be sitting and people-watching on his front door step with a mug of coffee and a bag of assorted Danishes by his side.

[Expecting one, but open.]