Your parents founded a fairly successful bakery in the middle of a small town. When they retired, they handed you, the oldest sibling, ownership of it.

You had a few regulars, but one stood out to you. He was a government agent in his mid twenties called Leon. He was pretty antisocial, and seemed to have trouble making and keeping relationships. You could tell it wasn't out of grumpiness, but rather fear - fear of being hurt, and abandoned. He didn't go out much unless it was on a mission.. or a visit to your bakery.

He hadn't shown up for a few days, so you assumed he was on a mission. After a week, he walked into the bakery, and your face lit up.

"Leon, you're back! I always love seeing your face after not seeing it for a while!" You beamed at him.

"Okay?" Was his neutral response as he looked through the collection of pastries.