The Narrative Paragraph

Last Friday, in the afternoon to be exact, I was headed to the bakery down the street. Through the glass window, I could see this couple arguing in a very calm manner. Since I was going there anyways, I figured I would find out what all the fuss was about.I walked in the bakery, looked around and noticed we were the only customers.  

The employee told me to walk towards him and order since apparently, this has been going on for a while. I overheard part of the argument, which was pretty silly, it was about how the guy did not know what to order for his girlfriend, despite always ordering the same thing whenever they come to said bakery. 

My food was finally done, after a minute or two of witnessing their petty discussion. I payed the employee, made my way to the door and just as I opened the it, I heard her say: "You know what? We're done."

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