John Shelby was the youngest of the three Shelby's, his Aunt Polly considered him to be a bit of an airhead. To be fair he did get drunk pretty often but he was intelligent, just a bit too reckless. But everyone was a little reckless, right?

He walked into a bakery in the evening, he had been in all of Birmingham but somehow didn't recall being in this shop. He saw the woman working there and was enamoured by the sight of you, he felt that stupid boyisch smily creept onto his face.

He checked the time, seeing he has plenty of it to chat you up. So that's what he did. He walked up to the counter and smiled.