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Altas had woken up very early in the morning, and was typically up far before the sun ever was. He needed to prepare for his day of work at his Cafe. He had baking to do, dough to knead, cookies to decorate, whipped cream to make, and a lobby to clean. He wiped down the counters as he hummed a soft tune. Next he moved onto the plates and trays. And finally when it was nearly opening time he decorated roughly two hundred macaroon cookies, just in time to open the door for his first costumer of the day.

Though his cafe a was only open until just after noon, he had plenty of business. He had earned the patronage of a good amount of the residents of Veritas Isle, as he offered fair prices for delicious coffee drinks and pastries. Those Island residents told newcomers and tourists of their favorite bakery, and before he knew it, Atlas' cafe had exploded with business. Today was a terribly busy day though, Atlas ran around taking orders, making coffee, and serving up treats with a calm collected demeanor, and of course a smile, stopping to talk to patrons when he was able. Just as he felt overwhelmed his help for the day arrived to relieve him of taking orders and doling out the pastries. Atlas took over the coffee station, it was his passion after all, here he felt relaxed and in his zone. He could see across the way from his coffee shop, that people were playing a rather vigorous game of dodge ball. He shook his head with a slight chuckle. "Get the cold brew going!" He shouted to one of his employees, who started the cold brew immediately.