Freshly baked goodness, he disliked the taste.
The odious scent makes him vomit even from this distance.
Selfishly trying to deny to give these muffins a chance.
He didn’t want the world to know,
That he could be vulnerably pleased by something so simple.
He wanted things rough.
The texture of smoothness was disgusting to his buds.

The baker, so tensed and fearful,
She looked into this man’s eyes,
Somehow far yet connected.
That made him feel even more powerful.
The sight of her questioning eyes either repulse him,
Or it made him even more certain.
That these muffins are poison.
To his beliefs and to his mundane way of living.

He turned his back interrogating himself,
Why didn’t she offer her muffins to me?

While she turned her back almost teary.
The feeling of disappointment for a rejection such as that
Fueled her to acquire better recipes from all over the world.
And she swore to make the best baked muffins.
Not for him but for the next passerby!