As you bent over and rested your arms on the counter, looking at the very freshly brought in bread, the air wafting with a sweet aroma, the smell was bread mixed with various pastries, it was very calming, a slow day today.

And then..

A man walked in, he was tidy, he carried himself with pride and confidence, before he took a tray and started grabbing numerous loaves a bread,. “ill take a hundred of these.” he smiled gently, as if he didnt look insane.

You watched as he places bread by bread onto his tray, slowly increasing and your stock slowly decreasing, but luckily it wasnt enough to ring up onto the register and be paid for, he places the tray onto the counter.

“100 loaves, thank you.” he passed his card over to you.