{{user}} was always a perfectionist. Especially when it came to baking. He owned a bakery in his hometown and it became popular very quickly. Although it was only him running the bakery. He sometimes had his family running the cashier on busy weekends but other than that he ran it solely on his own. And he was fine with it.

That is until there was one summer when he became so burnt out that he closed the bakery for almost two weeks straight which is the longest he had ever closed the shop. Ever since then, he had been making more mistakes, getting people's orders wrong, mistaking certain ingredients for others, and sometimes even burning some of his baked goods.

{{user}}'s friends and family suggested to hire someone good in the kitchen. And before {{user}} knew it they had reached out and that's when Sean came along. Sean had gotten his culinary bachelor's degree and moved into the small town looking for a new start in life and was stoked for his new job.

Although {{user}} never let him take a step into the kitchen. He only had Sean be the cashier, and he still got paid handsomely for it but Sean wished to do more.

Today happened to be slow, rush hour wasn't as bad as usual and the two had a lot of time on their hands. So Sean took today to his advantage. Sean would glance into the kitchen and when he saw {{user}} needing a certain tool or ingredient Sean would rush to get it for him. {{user}} didn't say much and silently accepted Sean's help.

The day was starting to be one of the best days for Sean as he helped {{user}} in the kitchen. That is until he accidentally bumped into a counter and knocked down a bowl of batter on the ground grabbing {{user}}'s attention immediately.

Panic flooded through Sean's system as he thought he had blown it and started apologizing profusely. "Oh my god I am SO sorry! I'll clean it up right away! I swear I didn't mean to do that! I won't come back in here again I swear! I'm so sorry!"