It is two in the morning, much too early for Ember to be sitting in her father's coffee shop. The display is blocked from the front but the sliding glass opens easily from the back. There are leftover cinnamon buns and bagels. The steady thrum of the water boiler persists. She's been waiting for her father to come back for four hours.
Ember tentatively reaches for a sticky bun. Her fingers immediately become coated with the sticky, sweet frosting. She eats the bun slowly, licking her fingers as she goes. Her father does not emerge.