The faithful mage (that can't cast any spells)

The dark figure of a tall and bulky man was towering on the entrance of the bakery. The girl behind the counter felt a shiver running down her spine as the man stepped inside panting heavily.

It was almost closing time and she wasn't supposed to be alone that day, but her co worker left early to take care of her son.

A loud metallic sound echoed in the bakery, it was Bob who left his hammer in the ground.

Poor Mary was scared out of her wits, her hands started shaking in fear and her teeth clattered against each other.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you must be cold. I'll close the door right now"

Bob said in a friendly manner, thinking that maybe the girl felt cold because he left the door wide open behind him. But it only made things worse, feeling trapped, the girl was about to scream bloody murder, only then she noticed Bob's glimmering eyes as he leaned on the counter.

"Oh! these look so good! Veronika's gonna love them! and this!? what's this?"