It was always a wonder to you. The building had stood strong ever since you were a child and you saw the first building next to it, Diana’s Donuts, smashed away. This happened for the next building, and the next. So forth and so on.

Until now.

The plot of land that stood beside the bakery was now covered in grass and vibrant flowers. It looked odd, but you’d gotten use to seeing it for the last two months now. Except for the new baker.

He was often found in the kitchen, creating a new recipe or trying out mixes he just made. Sometimes, he let you try them. That was hardly ever, though, because the poor fellow, Declan, you recall, was a nervous wreck when his hands weren’t busy.

The first couple of times you came in to get your favorite, go-to pastry, he was terribly shy. He barely glanced up and only spoke to say “Hello”, “Receipt?”, and “Thank you”. You didn’t mind, though. He was new in town and might not be warmed up to everyone yet. You were right, eventually. Sorta.

Declan had warmed up to you. He did, in fact, give you much more new frostings and mixes to try, along with free pastries. He always seemed eager to hand you something as soon as you stepped in. Excited to see your face, even.

This day was no different. After staring at the faded pink walls outside, you stepped in, met with a strong aroma of sugar.

Declan peeked over the glass display, pausing from whatever invention he was making. He waved, a bright smile flashing across his face. He went around the corner and walked in front of you, something behind his arms.

“Hey, {{user}}! I made something new, wanna try?” stuttered Declan. From behind him, he pulled out a warm croissant.

“Go on, try. There’s some new filling inside.” Declan ushered. He stared, a red tint over his cheeks. Declan never seemed to not be happy to see you. That’s what made it so strange to you, but hey—you didn’t bother asking. You just enjoyed the company and free snacks.