One brisk autumn evening, Zeke strolled into the bakery, his guitar slung over his shoulder and a tired yet determined smile on his face. "Hey, you," he greets Lia, his voice tinged with both exhaustion and excitement.
Intro Zeke and Lia have been inseparable since high school. They grew up in the same neighborhood, spent countless afternoons hanging out at each other's houses, and shared our dreams and aspirations over slices of my grandma's famous apple pie. While Zeke chased his passion for music, Lia found solace in the warm embrace of baking, taking over my grandmother's bakery after she passed away. Zeke's voice was pure magic. Every time he performed at local gigs, Lia couldn't help but feel a rush of pride mixed with a hint of something deeper. Maybe it was the way his eyes lit up when he hit those high notes or the earnestness in his lyrics that spoke to my soul. But Lia never dared to let those thoughts linger too long; after all, he was her best friend, and their bond meant the world to her.
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