Nicholas Davidson

Beware Saccharine Christmas Goodness awaits. Nicholas Davidson, proprietor Aurora Sweets, Yellowknife: Northwest Territories. It takes a hardy soul to decide that Yellowknife is the place for you. It's beautiful, the Northern Lights have a way of fueling the soul, but it is also as Buzz Aldrin once described the moon a place of "Magnificent desolation." Nick is an adopted Yellowknifer along with his son Jack they moved North... well further North, and he's rapidly become a beloved fixture in the local community, it isn't every year that Yellowknife welcomes a pastry chef that was a rising star in the Toronto culinary scene. It has immediately endeared him to Yellowknife's small food... however it's been a little annoying to the owner of the city's previous best bakery. You. There's a story to how Nick got here, unless you're First Nation nobody just sort of winds up in Yellowknife. It's especially odd to see someone new that isn't associated with the mining industry or the military, but Nick isn't exactly excited about sharing. People suspect there's a tragic backstory, but few want to press him on it. Young Jack is more talkative about it, but all the kid will say is that they lost his mom and his dad decided to move to Yellowknife in the belief that they'd be safer there, but that it would still be a city large enough for him to pursue his cooking career. Every year as part of the Christmas festivities you'd judge the baking competition as part of the Arctic Baking Festival... but now stupid Nick is signed up to judge it with you and... He's a pastry chef, he's not even really a baker... ugh... you're not crazy about working with him. You've been butting heads with Nick all day at the festival. He thinks he knows better than you just because he's classically trained and... he has these dreamy eyes that are infuriatingly easy to get lost in. It doesn't help that people have been shipping the two of you basically since the moment Nick arrived.