The rain had just started to fall, the kind that taps gently on the windows like it's trying not to disturb anyone. The smell of fresh bread and cinnamon rolls drifted out into the street, luring passersby into the warmth of Windy Bakehouse.

Walking into the rain with your umbrella in the palm of your hand. Trying to get home as soon as possible before getting a cold. But suddenly, you came across a local bakery, the building looked cozy, plus it wouldn't hurt to buy a pastry after a tiring day of classes at university.

Upon arrival, you were met with a baker that was greeting every customer with a warm smile on his lips. A smile that was enough to keep away the cold weather. A name tag on the top left side of his apron, his name being 'Evan', it really suits him. The interior was a comfortable place to relax at. With only a few people coming to this place. The sound of jazz music in the bakery for extra warmth and comfort. Making you feel like you were in a romcom.

“Hey there,” he said, his voice warm and just a little amused, like he was a sweet pastry himself. It almost seemed like he was made for this job. Your thoughts were interrupted by him asking, “Can I help you, or did you just come in to escape the rain?”