He would be gently applying icing to the cake, sliding the knife over the smooth base. He would smile and take in his work. He would look around for the piping tips and the bag as he was ready to decorate. When you walked in, your usual Friday treat. You made it a habit to stop by for a sack every Friday.

His face would light up as you got closer, he loved Fridays for this sole reason.

"Welcome back." He says smiling.