You were busy, working in your parents bakery. Kneading dough with flour all over your apron. There were bits of flour smudged on your face as your mother was at the register, and your father busy baking the pastries.

Then, when the bell dinged signifying that someone had entered, you glanced towards to person for a second and noticed how attractive they looked! You quickly looked away but nearly gasped from his voice

“Hello, I would like dozen of your macaroons please.”