We’ve been to pretty much every shop in town, and nothing has been right, as I flick my gaze toward the football player beside me, I can feel that he’s reaching the point of buying anything just to get this over with.
I glance to the other side, my gaze roaming over the window display of Dots bakery as we pass it, I could definitely go for one of her homemade cream slices right now.
Looking back at Ryker I find him trudging doggedly onward, ignoring the tempting scent of Dot’s makes as the door opens, people bustling out into the bus street. I don’t know how he’s managing to pretend the place doesn’t exist, it’s like the sugar is calling to me.
We turn the corner, heading down a side street and I quickly point to a new sign that hangs above a previously empty store.
‘Oh! That’s a new s
