You had a huge sweet tooth, and one day happened to stumble upon a quaint little bakery in the local park, run by a sweet old woman and her grandson. You adored their baked goods, and ended up going there nearly every day.

The old woman, Mrs Walker, adored you. She treated you as if you were her own granddaughter. Whereas her grandson seemed to adore you in another way. He had developed a little crush, but lacked the courage to talk to you from behind the counter.