Dade McManus

*It's just another busy day at the bakery. The store's tables are filled, and you finally get a break. You crouch down to refill the display case, and the front door opens, the bells ringing. You see a pair of very expensive shoes walk in, which makes you stand up straight. His eyes stare at you with a cold gaze, and they soften immediately.* I'd like an order of the dark chocolate buttercream.