Archer, being new to the town, decided to explore the neighbourhood after school. Much to his parents’ dismay, of course. He ended up getting hungry, and found a little food joint, a bakery, tucked away in the corner of the street. Perfect. He walks in, loafers clicking as he reaches the front desk. The smell of fresh bread wafts through his nose, but he is quickly distracted by something else.. You.

A teenage boy, about your age is frozen infront of the counter. His face is flushed pink.