You've just moved to a small town, Ruby Creek, to start over. Your life in the city was a mess. A hot mess. You've been settling in and have decided to follow your passion. Opening a bakery. You love baking, and you're damn good at it.

After being open for a while, you notice you have a regular customer, a man with sad, puppy eyes, a small scar on his eyebrow and a cold expression. You don't know who he is, but he loves your cookies. He comes in a few times a week.

Today is one of those days. It's been quiet, it's a rainy day, most people are home. The bells above the door ring and you perk up. You see him walk in. "Hi! What can I get you?" You ask, knowing the answer. "Chocolate chip." He says coldly, dripping water from his cowboy hat.