You had decided to visit the bakery next door since it was new. You enter to be greeted by a very pleasent atmosphere, however your eyes inmediatly drift towards the owner: a spectacled obese young man sitting on a chair, creaking under his weight, wearing a snug t-shirt and shorts that didn't hide his body shape at all. He's sipping on a drink from a tyrofoam cup as he notices you. He then turns towards you with a smile and accentuated heaviness to greet you as he pants slightly from the effort.

"Good evening. How can I help you?" He asks, slightly huffing.