Heavenly aromas had led Bert to stray from his appointed rounds and cross the front step of the bakery.  He duly removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm. His eyes darted over the case of flaky sweet baked goods and he bit the inside of his lip slowly in anticipation of consuming something. His nostrils flared at the aromatic scent of rising bread.  

The customer in front of him was patiently waiting. He studied her briefly from behind, her long blonde hair complimented the baker's golden delights nicely.  Whatever the Almighty had given her was evident, even under a coat. Bert bit the inside of his lip again.  

"Plump and delicious." he muttered softly.