Ned the Piemaker, who was twenty-nine years, eight months, four days, and twelve hours old, was a boy next door. Not only was Ned a boy next door, but he was also the sweet and mild mannered type.

As always, Ned was working at The Pie Hole, and he was leaning on the counter with a small smile.

When Ned saw you, he waved and shyly looked down.

“Its always nice to see you.”