NARRATOR:  One can live contently for a century and only feel as if they're missing something when they meet the person who shows them something they've never felt before. Our witch, who had never asked for more than she had, lived like this. Until she met a stranger.

ALMA walks through town, looking around.

ALMA:  (talking to herself) Let's see- (looking at a list) Five yards of purple ribbon, five yards of red ribbon, two yar-

ALMA is cut off by an argument between a man and a merchant named MARTA.

MAN:  But you told me yesterday that the price for one bread pan was 30 pfennig!

MARTA:  Well, today I'm telling you it's 40!

MAN:  That's not fair, you just sold one to that gentleman (points into the distance) for 20!

ALMA steps in.

ALMA:  Now, what's going on here, Marta?

The man turns to Alma and his expression softens when he sees her.

MARTA:  I've told this man a hundred times the price of one bread pan, but he keeps demanding a lower price.

MAN:  Now, hold on a minute. She's leaving out the fact that she's charging me more than she charged another customer. I'm being scammed because I'm new to town!

ALMA:  Is this true, Marta?

MARTA:  Who are you going to believe? Me or this stranger? (MARTA winks to ALMA)

ALMA:  Marta, be honest. Trustworthiness is extremely important in business. If others hear that you're not being fair, you could lose a lot of customers. Before you got to know me, did you not dupe me out of a few pfennig?

MARTA:  SHHH! What?! I have no idea what you're talking about! Just- here! (MARTA grabs the 20 pfennig from the MAN's hand and tosses the pan at him) Take the pan and go. Go, go! (she hurriedly shoos them away)

ALMA and the MAN walk away together.

MAN:  Thank you, Miss. How can I repay you? (smiles at her)

ALMA:  (Blushing) No "thank you" necessary, Sir. Certainly no need to repay me.

MAN:  Of course a "thank you" is necessary. You saved me from being cheated out of 20 extra pfennig. How about I treat you to some pastries? I'm a baker, you know.

ALMA:  (looking down at the pan in his hand) Shocking! (she smiles with the tease)

MAN:  Oh, right (holding up the pan), I guess I gave it away... But what do you do, Miss... Miss... Er, how may I address you?

ALMA:  My name is Alma, I'm a florist. I should've brought along a bouquet to give you a hint as well, seeing as you brought along a pan. Shall I address you as Mr. Baker then?

The MAN chuckles.

MAN:  If you'd like to, or you could call me Erich.

ALMA:  Erich...