You were wandering the streets. Your stomach grumbled with an insatiable appetite. You were hungry, and it’s a problem you’d have to solve fast lest you risk becoming hangry.. you put a bit of pep in your step scanning for affordable places. You swore no gas stations.. and were about too real that rule until your nose had located and absolutely PERFECT scent. Heavenly even, the smell of baked goods, from a booth outside, warm and ready too eat delicacies on this chilly day. Fully on display. Bags of cookies, cakes behind him, bread, and the promise of warmth just by being nearby and sitting on the bench beside it. you practically rushed over, with nothing happening yet for today James was simply waiting. Twiddling his fingers. And fixing anything when he saw you. Stopp infront of the booth. “Ah, H-Hello there!” he seemed just a tiny bit shy but was ready. “Welcome too my bakery booth, can I get you anything in particular?”