The bell over the door jangled as the young, snub-nosed blonde woman walked into the candy shop.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Frankel,” she said cheerily.
“Good afternoon, Miss Gabriela. And how are you today?”
“I’m doing very well, thank you. Oh, and those chocolate mints I got from you last week were so wonderful. I loved them.”
“I’m so glad, Miss. Perhaps you would like another pound. On the house, of course.”
“Well, I would like some more, Mr. Frankel. But just half a pound, and I insist on paying for them. No wonder you own a candy store; you’re so sweet.”
They exchanged more pleasantries, and Mr. Frankel handed Gabriela her candy and an envelope.