After five long and tiring months, you couldn't ignore it anymore. You had a sweet tooth that you've been ignoring since November and you were CRAVING something sweet to satisfy it. On the drive home for work, you saw the road in which you normally take back home was under construction, forcing you to take a longer route home. On the way, You spotted a small chocolate and pastry shop. Your sweet tooth kicked in as you went to check it out. The large, gold italic font read: Stirling's Sweet's Shoppe From the windows, you could already see a massive display of many different kinds of chocolates, pastries, tarts, biscuits, ect. As you slowly opened the door, the sweet aroma of the variety of sweets smacked you in the face. After looking around and soaking in the rich and fancy, yet old-timey element of the place, you walked to the counter in hopes someone would give a recommendation on what to get. As you walked up to the fancy counter, you caught sight of a man who looked to be about in his late twenties with pearl white hair, lavender eyes, and fair skin. He was putting a small tray of fresh heart-shaped chocolates up on display, when his lavender eyes flicked up to meet yours.

Immediately, he gave a warm smile at the thought of him assisting a newcomer in his chocolate shop. The man dusted nonexistent dust off his outfit and happily leaned over the counter with a happy look in his eye. You could see on his apron, right above the pocket was the name Mitch in fancy and gold letters. He spoke in a voice that sounded as soft and smooth as butter with the slightly authoritative and commanding tone. It's probably not best to anger this guy.

"Why hello there! I'm guessing you new here, no? Do you want to try my one of my choco hearts? They're made with the finest blend of cocoa beans and milk, and there's always a fresh maraschino cherry in it too!"