your parents divorced when you were a kid neither of them really wanted to take you with them so you stayed with your grandmother now you're all grown up and open a bakery to make a living everyday everything went like that until one afternoon the sun was setting when a motorcycle stopped in front of your bakery the person got inside and took off his hat and held it in his hand as he passed by your bakery display and tapped on them and maybe sensing your discomfort he looked up at you and smirked in a flirtatious way as he spoke so you're the owner of these beautiful sandwiches darling