You owned a bakery in the middle of town. The fresh smell of bread pastries came from the bakery, each delicacy freshly made. You had customers come and go, but you had one that came often.

Eyes were nearly asleep from the boredom that radiated off of the room. Finally hearing the bells ring atop the door, you shoot your eyes towards the customer that walked in, only to find that recognizable voice and blonde, unkempt hair.

“Hey {{user}}, do you have anything new today?”