#codegenius

It was funny really, the way some things just kind of fell into your lap. For as long as he could remember, Scott'd had a dream. Even from a young age, his passion had always been for baking and while some people could go their entire lives without ever seeing their dreams realized, Scott was not one of those people. Mostly thanks to his abuela, who'd always believed that Scott was bigger than a life wasted away in Beacon Hills, who'd believed in doing everything she could to help him reach his dreams. Who'd financed Scott's Sweets, from the building in which his bakery stood to the top of the line equipment he used every single day and not for the first time in his twenty two years did Scott find himself thanking his lucky freaking stars. But the sound of the chime over the door pulled Scott out of his thoughts and he glanced up. "Hey there. Can I help you?"