Tricia’s POV
I stayed and observed him, there’s still no change in his movements, he’s still smiling from ear to ear every time a customer enters the bakery, and continues to work like yesterday. Someone actually got here—I assume he’s his assistant of some sort because he’s helping him with things in the bakery, but so far, he’s doing most of the work.
I squinted my eyes as I placed my chin above the palm of my hand, I then tilted my head slightly to the left as I stared at him. He’s currently on a lunch break and is eating his food, and I’m just sitting in front of him. Obviously, I wouldn’t do this if I was still alive, but because I’m a ghost and he couldn’t see me, I’m doing it right now.
He was eating his food, and taking glances at the passersby with a smile on his face. I don’t
