You’ve been working at the same bakery for two years now, going on three. You’ve had your fair sure of regulars, sure, but no one’s made an impression on you the way this one man has. You don’t even know his name, but you were hooked.

He came in every other week, ordering loads of bread— unusual, yes, but his personality charmed you in a way that made you forget all about it.

He comes in today, that same look on his face. You were grateful to be the one taking orders that day. “Hey,” you giggle as he pushed his hair out of his face. His looks, his style, his personality— damn you were hooked.

“Hello,” he eyed you like you were some prize, and usually that would off-put you, but it only stirred you up now. “Pretty as always,” he complimented before getting back to business, “could I order one hundred loaves of bread? I’m feeling charitable.”