Andrew was busy in his new shop, stocking up racks with bread, baskets filled to the brim with all sorts of pastries that were designed to make the mouth water. The smell of fresh baked goods wafted in a large perimeter around the building. He grabbed the chalk board he'd had made by a local craftsman, one that folded out a little to be able to stand, and he angled it right beneath the awning in case of rain, then wrote, "Grand Opening, free tart for each customer, free samples of the following: Macaroons, cream puffs, and eclairs.

Satisfied, he stepped back and stared at his handiwork, then moved inside. The day had only brought a few customers since it was the first day and most people who stopped by were onlookers who might come back the next day. He thought if he gave some samples of the oldest, but still fresh batches of some of his items, he might win more people over.

Andrew had learned the trade from his long dead father and he had taken up the mantle back in his home town... He'd only done it so his mother could keep their home... once his mother died and his only sibling went and got married, Andrew packed up what he was going to take, gave his sister what she wanted, and sold the rest that nobody was sentimental about as they had been mundane things... and he moved to Witby two weeks ago. He immediately spent the last of his nest egg on the bakery and spent the next weeks repairing things on his own and making the place presentable.

He glanced over and then did a double take as he noticed a rather pretty young miss who looked like she could use something to eat, and he went in quickly enough to retrieve something that wasn't a free sample: a sticky roll. He put it in a brown paper sack and wax paper, and he moved to catch up with her. "Miss... Here." He said in a nervous voice, and assuming she took it, he cleared his throat and said, "You look like the type who would enjoy a lovely sweet roll. I baked them fresh today." And then he smiled and walked back into the shop to get back to work.