"The pleasure is mine," said the baker as he took the man's hand and shook it with a firm and respectable grip. "I am Andrew Willaby." He looked to the boy and then back at his father and said, "I've brought with me some brioche and a chocolate tart from me bakery." He looked to Rose with a softened expression, and a somewhat dopey smile flitted across his face. He was certainly smitten with the young miss.