As Jean did all the work in the bakery himself, working both during the day and after sunset also increased the risk of being discovered. It wasn't unheard of for Eastenders from both sides of the cycle to live under the same roof and while their ability to communicate with each other was understandably limited, there was no guarantee that no one would catch on to the fact that a certain tattooed baker could be spotted awake at any time.
But Jean's ability, the one that had brought him to Canada in the first place, had resulted in something akin to carelessness when it came to the Cycle. Or rather, not as much carelessness as a sense of safety. While he was aware that Lykofos rarely paused to ask someone without a chip questions before shooting them, and Jean was as vulnerable to bullets as any other person, the man knew that, should worse come to worst, he would always have a way out. It wasn't an ideal solution as Jean found the process of leaving an old life behind and getting used to a new one viciously unpleasant, but it did create a safety net of sorts.
On the rare occasion that he flipped the sign on the door to Open after 10 am, Jean could usually be spotted at one of the tables, reading a book while nibbling on a piece of cake or a muffin. Spotted from behind the window he looked very much like a customer rather than the owner of the place, but he simply didn't see the point of spending time behind the counter if there was no actual need to.
The daylight menu was often more modest than the one Jean served at night. For one, a lower amount of customers resulted in lower sales and Jean hated wasting food, he would never forgive himself if he had to throw away perfectly good pastries just because they had not sold during the day. And then there was a fact that he rarely included the healing foods in the Imera-oriented offer. This kind of thing tended to attract attention, which, as previously stated, Jean preferred to avoid. Not to mention that preparing these special cupcakes required more effort and Jean felt like Nychta deserved that more than the day people.
The bell chimed through the bakery as the door was pushed open, announcing a customer's arrival. Jean looked up from his book, a cup of coffee raised halfway to his mouth, eyeing the newcomer curiously.