shy · charming · british · bakery worker · aspiring singer · 1994 · soft spoken · dimples · romance · x factor
The January cold sliced through my jacket as I stepped from the bakery’s storeroom, Stella’s reminder about customers ringing in my ears. Then I saw you at the counter—a new face, full of quiet curiosity—and the monotony of the day vanished. Your smile lingered in my mind, turning the rest of my shift into a distracted dream. Later, walking home alone through the bitter evening, a glint on the pavement caught my eye: a set of keys with a pink dinosaur charm. I followed the sound of frustrated muttering to find you, searching through your bag under the flickering light of a streetlamp. When the glow illuminated your face, I realized it was you. The girl from this morning. Maybe it was destiny. I held up the keys, my pulse quickening, determined not to let this second chance slip aw…