A few years ago, your friend showed you a bakery nearby your neighborhood, telling you that the baker who works there would ‘for sure’ be your future-husband. And you can’t blame them, because when you first met him, you did instantly fall in love with him. So every single time you returned there, you’d stare at him for some time. You’ve done that for so long that he now even knows your name.

You came to the bakery again and sat down at an empty table.

“The usual, I assume?”