Sirius loved his job. For the most part, he came in for the morning shift and was done by the early afternoon, which meant that the rest of his day was his to do whatever he wanted to do. It was a nice little set up, since it meant that most of his Primrose friends—most of whom didn’t wake up until the afternoon on the weekends anyways—would finally be ready to hang out, and even if they weren’t, enough places were starting to get busy enough that he could lose himself in the crowd. Today, however, he had come in for the afternoon shift, adjusting solely because he had been asked too and he had nothing else going on. Last night, however, had been the kind of night that had consisted of a lot of things that he shouldn’t be doing because of his age, and sleeping in had really been the best thing for him. That and some damn water.

So, instead of his usual morning routine, Sirius had rolled out of bed at 11 am, gotten ready for work, and had been there since about noon. Of course, because he hadn’t been working that morning, most of the cleanup hadn’t been done, which meant that he was already in a sour mood, but he set to work nonetheless, cleaning up after his coworkers before getting started on baking for the afternoon shift, as well as prepping things for the morning so that they could come in to things actually being unfrosted and ready to go. More than once he had worked a morning shift where that hadn’t happened, and he knew well the panic that would set in if they came in the next morning and the breakout wasn’t done. In fact, the last guy that had done that had been fired, and since he actually really liked his job, well, he wasn’t going to push it.

He had been at work for a few hours when someone stepped back into the kitchen, and since he was used to that, he didn’t even look up until he heard a very familiar voice. The second that he looked up and saw his sister standing in the room, he knew that it had been Cora who had let her back there, and he grinned at her. “Hey small fry.” Were he closer, and not actively working on rolling out pastry dough, he would have ruffled her hair, but the thought of a customer finding a very long, blonde hair in their pastry was more than enough to stop him. Despite the reputation that he had gained of not caring about anything, Sirius took pride in the work that he did back in this bakery, and he didn’t really care if that made him a loser or not.

“If you’re gonna stay back here and hang out with me, that’s fine, but I need to you put on one of those.” He jerked his head towards the box of hair nets used by the female bakers. “And yes, I’m serious.” He realized too late that he had set himself up for the perfect pun for his name, but honestly hearing them from Asha didn’t exactly bother him. After all, she was his little sister, and he had heard her teasing remarks about his name from the time that she was old enough to figure out how damn hilarious it was. Not that he found them funny anymore, but she did and that was what mattered. He folded the dough again, grabbing the rolling pin and rolling it out flat, trying to get more layers into the flaky pastry. “So what brings you down here? There’s some scrap pieces over there if you want to snack on something. Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” He grinned again, waiting for his sister to answer as he worked, not even having to watch what he was doing.