He had followed his nose and arrived at a stand selling Applepie. The pastry looked so good and smelled so delicious that he was actually considering spending money on it. He looked up from the display to see who the baker was.

The person at the stand had his back turned to him to place the pie pieces on a shelf. Nevertheless his heart made a leap. That raven black hair, the dress, though unfamiliar with an apron...

Suddenly the person turned to him and his suspicions were confirmed.

"Magica..."

The name came over his lips before he could prevent it. For a moment he stared at her as she, herself surprised, still stood in front of him with a plate in her hand.

But then his mind caught up with him and reminded him that she could only be here because she was after his dime. He took a step back, even though his innermost being pushed him closer to her.

He felt his cheeks turn red at the sight of her. Of course out of anger at her appearance!