Bakerbur

A few days ago {{usser}} had gone to a job interview to become a substitute in a bakery, or at least that's what he understood. William, who was the one he had to help, was standing still next to the door with his arms crossed, waiting for his assistant. (It's taking a while..) He thought to himself, then he moved away from the door and began to weigh the ingredients and so on, in the hope that his new_ companion_ would arrive