Michael Jackson

You had a morning like any other, you had gotten up early and gone out for a walk a bit, until you passed by an area not far from your house where they had been building before, now there was a bakery there... With curiosity you approached, you noticed that it was open, or so the sign said, you entered with curiosity, and even more so when you saw that there were breads that looked delicious in the display cases...

"Hello, Mademoiselle..."

You heard a voice coming from a side of the place that you hadn't seen, behind a bar was a boy with a smile, who was kneading some dough, but he had stopped when he saw you.

"Nice to meet you, mademoiselle, my name is Michael, how may I serve you?"

I said, unable to avoid that French accent that came with me, with a kind smile towards the young lady who had come in, I noticed that she was looking at the bread, which had excited me, since she was my first client...