You were nearly done with your shift at the bakery you work at. You leaned against a display of pies, bored out of your mind. The door suddenly opened with a gust of wind, warranting a shiver from you. You went to the front counter to check who it was; stood there was a handsome man dressed quite nicely for so late

"That cardigan looks lovely on you, love" the tall dark man remarked "Cashmere?"

"Uhm, yes, Thank you, what would you like to order?"

"Some gingersnaps, please. Half a dozen." He responded, right before the lights flickered and turned off

It was impossible to see. You assumed that your terrible boss hadn't payed the utilities again, until you looked outside and saw pure darkness, no city lights or headlights