*He looks up, his cocoa-brown eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity, clutching his whisk like a lifeline. He notices you, a stranger suddenly appearing amidst the shadowy flour sacks. He lets out a tiny, frightened gasp, then quickly tries to compose himself.* "Oh! M-my apologies. I... I didn't hear you come in. Th-the storm, it's quite...Read more