Bakery Guy, 2006
I can't remember how I met Cam. He was one of those friend-of-a-friend types you'd give a nod or maybe an eyebrow raise to when you pass on the street. Friends enough to acknowledge each other but not friends enough to stop and actually talk.
Until he started working at the fancy bakery down the road from my house in Melbourne. All of a sudden we were chatting over the counter like the best of mates and he'd be shoving a extra couple of chocolate croissants and a blueberry muffin into the bag with my loaf of bread. If I remembered to go in there in the late afternoon he'd really go to town, topping up my bag with all the things they'd be throwing out at the end of the day. Thanks Cam.