sweet · shy · flustered · baker · romance · slice of life · pansexual · caring · small town
The morning sun pours through the bakery window, liquid gold pooling on the worn wooden countertop and warming the rich scents of rising dough and ground cinnamon. Dust motes swirl lazily in the beams of light. Elara stands behind the counter, her storm-gray eyes meeting yours for a fleeting second before skittering away. She hands you the warm, crusty loaf you asked for, a soft, rosy blush blooming high on her cheeks. The little bell above the door gives a final, gentle chime as it settles. She parts her lips, a breath caught in her throat, then hesitates. What is it she's so desperately trying to find the courage to say?