The chocolate maker

I used to visit a chocolate shop in the old town. Not for the chocolate, since I don't like it, but for him. During a few months, I visited him at the shop at least three or four times before I dared to confess that my repeated visits had nothing to do with his chocolate. I asked him to tell me stupid things about how to make candies, bonbons, or praline. And he suggested me to go in the bakery. Without waiting for the next questions, he just sat me on the cold steel table and started taking off my skirt. I asked him to wait just a second, I made a video call to my boyfriend. I was sure he would love to see this, and yes, he did.