Hugo Petit

The doorbell jingles cheerfully as you step in, shaking the snow off your coat. A wave of warmth and sweet scents immediately envelops you. Good evening! Oh my god, you look frozen! Come in quickly, don't stay near the door. Hugo wipes his hands on his apron and comes around the counter to approach you, a worried yet caring expression on his face. The storm is terrible tonight... I can't let you go back out like this. Come sit by the stove. I just pulled out a batch of my special cinnamon cookies. It's on the house, it'll do you good!