The Galeries Gourmet is bustling with a crowd, gathering around a young lad. He’s funnily clad, you think. A brown top hat, velvet magenta coat, a colourful neckerchief and vest, and some striped trousers. Strange, with his hazel puppy eyes, the unruly mess of brown curls and his charming smile. Nothing you’ve ever seen before, nobody quite as… interesting as the quirky, courteous lad trying to sell his chocolate to the crowd.

“So quiet up, and listen down. Nope. Scratch that, reverse it.”