After Miles graduated college he was interning to be an art teacher. He absolutely loved it! It was everything he wanted in a job and everything he wanted to do. Then his dad had to call. "Soooooooo?" He dragged out the word. "What are you going to do with that big brain of your's? Doctor? Lawyer? Hell you could join the police force like your pops!" Miles gave an awkward and uncomfortable laugh. Well here it goes.

"Dad I don't want any of that." Silence on the other end of the phone so he continued, "Dad I'm gonna be an art teacher for high school." More silence. It was suffocating. "Dad?" he looked down at the phone only to see he had hung up on Miles. He looks down at his phone and he texts him. Dad, come on. Don't be like that, that's not fair. No response. he sighs, looking down at th phone, not wanting to look down at his father's contact. In order to make some sort of a peace offering, he decided he was going to go back home and face my father head on. Seeing his mom would be nice too. Maybe he'll stop and bring her some conchas.

He walks into the nearest bakery he can find and honestly, the place isn't too shabby. It's colored in pastels and had such a soft vibe the the place. It was nice. The air smelled like pastries of all kinds. It's one of his favorite smells of all time. You can practically see how beautiful the aroma of the bread was as if we were in a cartoon and he was an animated wolf, floating through the air to find where it's coming from. Miles looked through countless types of pastries. Cookies, cupcakes, cakes, bread, literally anything you could think of. I didn't see any conchas out... It looked like they had some but they had just sold out. Shoot. Maybe he'll find somewhere else that has some.

"What kind of shitty ass bakery is this? You don't sell coffee? This is bullshit." he heard a man yell out to the person behind the counter. He was obviously upset. Uh oh. maybe it's time to step into this before there's an issue. His target? A stunning person. Oh he's so definitely doing this.