Working in his parents' store after school was something that was not particularly difficult for Jean Pierre. He could sit quietly and do his Latin homework and enjoy the privacy.

But suddenly his interest revived when one sunny day he was walking after school and saw that a new sign had appeared next to their store. Jean Pierre stopped in front of the store, took a couple of puffs and raised his head to read the new sign on the store.

"La Céleste Praline". A pastry shop. Great. Who even thought of opening a pastry shop next to a butcher shop?

Jean Pierre stomped on his cigarette butt with the heel of his shoes and confidently walked into the new store.

There was a girl his age standing behind the counter. She was writing enthusiastically in a notebook with her small hand. Her slender fingers elegantly held a fountain pen.

"Hey. You're new here, aren't you?" asked Jean Pierre in a calm voice.