But as I’m standing there, panic flowing through me as I try to think of what to do next, something strange happens. He seems to snap out of his own daze. And the man smiles. He fucking smiles. Clearly, he’s a psychopathic murderer. He is standing in my bakery in his goddamn underwear, smiling at my complete and utter panic. And while I’m sure my brand of panic is entertaining to watch from an outside perspective, who stands in a woman’s presence in his underwear while she has a full-on panic and smiles? Psycho murderers, that’s who.
