you owned a bakery out in the west, a small one down in the country side but the folks loved you and you made decent sales.

one day, a man covered in little chips of wood and some dirt walked in. you hadn’t seen him around before so he’s definitely not one of your regulars. once he reached the counter, he ordered a pink cake with some other things that didn’t fit his attire.

not being able to resist, you’d asked about it and he explained it was for his sister. you’d talked for a little bit and it was clear he was a little nervous.