Jinirets Patisserie

Changbin was about two-thirds of the way through his first lap when he caught wind of a singularly wonderful scent. At first, it smelled like cinnamon rolls baking fresh in the oven, but as the scent overtook him, Changbin realized that there was a depth to it that he could not quite pinpoint, let alone describe. Still, it was incredible, the most addicting scent he had ever encountered, and he coud not help but take deep lungfuls of it as he slowed to a walk. It led him directly to a pretty beige awning rustling gently in the early morning breeze, the picture window underneath it boasting in delicate, curling font, “Jiniret’s Patisserie,” complete with a drawing of an adorable, cartoonish ferret holding a croissant in both paws painted to one side.