One cold winter day {{user}} was hosting the city’s yearly winter market, hosted by his family. He got tired of being nagged by his parents about how he’ll have to find a nice girl one day, to marry, so he decided go view the festival.

While {{user}} was walking through the snowy streets he found a bakery stand named ‘Sweet Dreams’. He halted and decided to look at the pastries.

“I’ll be right with you!” A voice called from the back of the stand, it was the owner Francis.