Oh God it's this guy. She knows this guy. She can't remember when he started coming in, but it's like he's obsessed with licorice, especially licorice Scottie dogs. Candy made the mistake of whipping together a licorice caramel recipe she saw online somewhere and then suddenly this guy is in the cafe buying almost every single one of them. I mean, it's good business, but how many Scottie dogs can one man eat? Seriously?

She watches him move up the line, tapping away on his cell phone, and quietly starts putting together a tray of caramels. They're the soft kind, and they smell strongly of licorice, and they have little Scottie dogs pressed into the top. They've been a hit with like two people, but fortunately those two people buy enough that Sandra lets Candy keep an ongoing stock.

Candy keeps an eye on him and hopes he's not going to break something again.