The Patisserie
It's been another busy day, and the drizzle has become noticeably heavier, a hint to all the customers that closing time is approaching. 15 minutes before finish and the shop's completely empty, so I'm about to flick the sign over when I notice him through the window, a huge, hulking guy, bending over what remains of the brightly coloured macaroons, pastries, and tarts.
"Did you want anything friend?"
The rain bounces off his armour, but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Tell you what, I'm going to have to throw some of these away, I can do you that apple pie at half price if you like?"
He shrugs in a sad way, and starts to turn away.
"No thank you, I'm not hungry".