"What do you look so happy about?" Jean pulled the apron over her head and tied it in back, then pulled out flour for the day's baking. "What do you mean?" Marcus finished getting the coffee going.

"No one grins like that at four in the morning. So give." Tubs of butter and jams followed the flour onto the counter.

Marcus grinned. "So, I like this girl. Last night... we kinda got together. Nothing could spoil my mood today."

"Nothing?" Jean's eyes narrowed.

"Not one thing," Marcus said. "Look, whatever you're planning, save it for after the first load's in the ovens, yeah?"

Jean tried everything she thought of. She put the wrong syrup in his coffee, spilled ink on his shirt, and texted his ex on his phone. After each attempt, he smiled and shook his head.

Walking out to the bus stop after their shift, Jean said, "So, nothing, huh?"

With the same grin, Marcus said, "Yeah. Noth—"

Light flared in the sky, hurting their eyes. When they looked back, a mushroom cloud rose on the horizon. Jean gaped in shock.

"It's stupid," he said, "but I'm still happy. At least she and I got one night together."