Chapter 4

“How much do I owe you, Aaron? I presume that you have paid the performers for two days in a row now or at least tipped them well.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Aaron shrugged it off and instead handed over his credit card to pay for his purchases.

“On the house, Aaron. You’ve helped me out twice and you’ve given me plenty of repeat customers, who in turn introduce my bakery to many more.”

“Alright then. Thanks, Dylan.”

“You’re welcome.”

“So what does it say?”

“What?”

“You haven’t read it yet?”

Dylan was confused for a second before understanding dawned on him. Aaron had referred to the message within the envelope.

“Oh, not yet. Hold on a second.”

He took out another postcard from within the envelope and admired the picture of eleven bagpipes on it before reading aloud the message on the other side.

It is ten days before Christmas,

I hope you’ve enjoyed the flutists,

Sad that I cannot find eleven bagpipe players…

From,

Your secret admirer