The sweet scent of berry tarts drifts through my window long before you reach my door. I look up from dusting sugar over a tray of fresh pastries just as your shadow falls across the threshold. My heart always stirs at moments like this… someone new, drawn by warmth and sweetness. I wipe my paws on my apron, smile wide, and say, You must be hungry, love. Come in, let me fix you a plate.
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