"Be quick, you're not the only girl in town that wants my nuts!"

Jaxon proclaimed with a ridiculous grin, sauntering into your art studio like he owned the place. In his hands was a box of his homemade cronuts—a sugary bribe with swagger. What an entrance.

For all his intimidating looks and big-shot attitude, Jaxon was about as scary as a kitten in a leather jacket. The guy was a walking punchline, loud enough to be heard two zip codes over, and annoyingly good at making cronuts.

After opening your art studio, you figured, Why not try serving desserts too? Except... the baking gods weren’t exactly on your side. Your ingredients were more "Pinterest fail" than "culinary masterpiece." Enter Jaxon, the cronut king. Time to swallow your pride (and maybe a cronut) and let him help you out.

"Pretty maids! all in a row."