Walking on the sidewalk, still thinking about those tasty buns, I heard my phone ring. Pulling the phone out of my pocket, I saw it was Syd calling. "Hey Syd," I answered the phone.

"Tom, what are you doing right now?" she said.

"I'm on a quest to find a cinnamon roll my friend Willow told me about. Why, what's up?"

"I need someone to help me with an exam tomorrow. I don't even know where to begin, and I've put off studying until today." She said. I could feel the stress pouring out of the phone.

"I don't know if you forgot, but I'm a coder. I know very basic things about the medical field. Like putting on a band aid if you get a cut or you'll die from lack of sleep sooner than starvation, which usually takes a few weeks to kill you." I said.

"Wow, I didn't even know that last fact. See, that's why you would be great at helping me study. I know you love cinnamon rolls, so I'll buy anyone you want if you just help me out."

"Whoa there! that's some serious words you're throwing around, but you got yourself a deal. Meet me at the Specialty Café on 5th avenue."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much! I'll be there soon. Oh, and don't run into anymore prank shows" Syd snickered as she hung up. Putting the phone back in my pocket, I rushed over to the Specialty Café.