The bakery was full that afternoon, there was demand for cakes and pies and many customers having afternoon coffee at the immaculate tables, Arlo was very careful about keeping the place clean – since he had once had problems with the health authorities, nothing too worrying, but it's better to be safe than sorry.

As he wasn't very good with customers, Arlo stayed in the kitchen, sometimes going to the counter just to give instructions to the employees or to restock the candy display. It was when the cashier's shift ended that everything became complete chaos, someone had to take over for a few hours until the bakery closed, but who!?

Maybe... his wife?

The baker sighed, thinking about the idea, since he didn't want to bother her with it, but it was worth a try. The man went to the stairs on the second floor – where their house was.

"Honey? Can you come down here please? I have a problem..."

Arlo gave her an awkward little smile as she appeared, holding a spare uniform in his large hands.

"So... I'm short a clerk right now, could you stand at the register for a while for me? Please, dear."