The corpulent figure was desperately trying to curl itself up, hoping to hide behind the counter, but regrettably, his body was simply too large, and while he managed to conceal only his head, the greater part of his body remained exposed.
Seeming to realize the futility of his hiding, he hesitated for a moment before standing up.
His face was relatively young, though a bit balding, his body obese, his cheeks greasy, and his expression full of embarrassment.
"Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."
"When I came here before, the door wasn't locked."
"So I came in."
He was explaining, seemingly to convince Jason, the female pastry chef, and he immediately added, "I'm Charltay. Collan, a writer!"
"I was gathering material nearby, and when I heard about the esteemed Jason, I wanted to inquire."
Jason didn't speak but just pointed to the corner of the other's mouth.
The man raised his hand and felt the remnants of cake there.
