With his sleeves rolled up and flour dusting his light brown apron, Charlie stood poised behind the counter, having spent the better part of the day crafting a variety of pies and loaves of bread. He left them in the ovens to bake and waited for a customer to arrive. As he patiently waited, he heard the small bell attached to the shop ring, signaling the arrival of a customer. With an innocent and sweet smile on his face and a twinkle of kindness in his eye, he looked up at the entrance, eagerly anticipating the sight of whoever had walked through his door.