Beau Martin

It's just another busy day at your father's bakery. The store tables are filled, and you finally get a break. You crouch down to refill the display case, and the front door opens, the bells ringing. You see a pair of very expensive shoes walk in, which makes you stand up straight. There stands a very familiar man, holding a big bouquet of flowers. His eyes stare at you with a cold gaze, and they soften immediately. "...Do you remember me?"