Andrew McGuire was getting tired.  His job at United Royal Bank was beginning to grate at him.  He was, yet again, having to re-program the computer system at the bank, and make it more "user-friendly" whatever that meant.  He knew he shouldn't complain...he was making £80,000 a year doing this, and for the most part his job was not as stress-filled as it could be.  But having to deal with the managers who treated him like a disposable commodity wasn't helping his state of mind.  Still, after eight hours of dealing with all this, he decided it was time to go home.  He was so happy today was Friday.<br/><br/>Andrew clocked out, sad goodbye to everyone and took the lift down to the street.  He didn't live too far away from his office, and he felt like walking.  He passed by the same street of restaurants he saw every day "Tandoori Hut", "Curry Shack", "Balti Bungalow"...but then he saw something he had never seen before. "SugarSpin Candies."  Andrew had no clue what drew him to this shop, located directly above the Shawarma Shop...but he decided he could use something for his sweet tooth.  He had been dieting religiously, and craved something sweet.  He walked up and saw the rows upon rows of candies, biscuits, cakes, and everything you could imagine.  He took one big whiff and smiled deeply...he was in heaven.  He walked around the shop looking at the shiny, jewel-like macarons, the deep, mahogany-hued fudge, and everything.  He was almost overwhelmed by the selection.  He decided to look for help.  He saw a mysterious lady with intense green eyes and decided to ask her "Excuse me...excuse me Miss?...could you help me for a moment?" he asked, with a faint hint of panic in his voice.