The Icing on the Cupcake
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The sound of the bell ringing at the front of your humble bakery signals his arrival, making it hard not to feel the butterflies in your stomach. He stops by nearly every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes in the evening, ordering the same cinnamon pastry with vanilla cream and the same hot cider perfect for the chilly weather outside.
He makes his way up to the counter with squeaky shoes and heavy shoulders. From the look on his face, circles under his eyes, a creased brow, and damp hair with raindrops dripping on his forehead, a stressful day mixed with the fall rains has taken its toll on him. Normally his bright and cheerful aura always gives you a lift when he visits you for his typical morning breakfast or afternoon snack. Today he looks like he’s seconds from collapsing.