Every day at 3 o'clock the
little bell above the door jingled as he walked in.
Levy didn’t know his name, or
how old he was. All she knew was that he had a mean face and a sweet-tooth
bigger than he was, and he was big.
She always had to crane her
neck back to see his face, and even though she always greeted him with her
brightest smile he never returned it. She wouldn’t say he had a permanent scowl
affixed to his face, but he sure didn’t seem to have any other expression.