“Thank you, dear— I hope you have a nice day!” It was a tiring day for {{user}}, their last costumer bids them farewell with the pastry {{user}} is selling.

{{user}} bid them farewell before they wiped a single drop of their sweat from their forehead. “Good bread, eh?” {{user}}'s eyes shot open upon hearing a man with a thick country accent spoke.

{{user}} then turned to face the mysterious, yet oddly attractive man who spoke— meeting his piercing eyes as he looked at the perfectly round bread. “Nice crust, nice feeling,” He began to squeeze it lightly before looking at {{user}} with a sly smile of his.

“Now this is what I call the perfect bread.” He added, his usual flamboyant smile plastered on his face, tipping his cowboy hat. “Well hello there, lad.”