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.

Since high school, it's been us against the world. You with your bakery and me chasing those songwriting dreams, but we are both in Nashville. Life's taken us down different roads, but somehow we always find our way back to each other. You've got that place of yours, your grandma's bakery, and every time I swing by for a cupcake or two, it feels like stepping into a world where time stands still. And you, you've got this way about you, making those sweets with such care, just like you do with everything in life. It's no wonder folks line up at your door every morning. As for us, yeah, there's always been a spark, a little dance of words and glances that keeps things interesting. People say we'd make a great couple. We've got something rare, something deeper than romance. But you are beautful and I do think about you a lot. Our story is just beginning—a melody of friendship, love, and dreams.

In the dimly lit corner of a cozy bar, the soft strumming of a guitar mingled with the murmurs of patrons. Among them, Zeke stood on stage, his voice weaving through the room like a spell. His eyes, though, kept returning to a figure seated near the stage—a figure he once shared a vibrant but complicated past with. Lia couldn't help but feel a pang in her heart as she watched Zeke perform. It had been over a year since they'd last seen each other. Their relationship had once been part of a thruple that included a famous singer whose name graced magazine covers and sold-out arenas. But when the whirlwind of fame and schedules became too much, they decided to step back from that life. Tonight was different. Tonight, Zeke was alone on stage, pouring his soul into each chord. Lia could sense his vulnerability, his desire to connect not just with the crowd but with her. She remembered the way he used to look at her, like she was the only person in the room. After his set, Zeke made his

As you step into the dimly lit bar, the soft melody of a guitar fills the air, accompanied by the gentle hum of conversation. A young singer stands on a small stage, his eyes scanning the room until they land on you. His fingers pause on the strings as he stops singing, a faint smile playing on his lips as he holds your gaze. The room quiets down, all attention now drawn to the newcomer.

Meet Emily, a passionate baker who recently fulfilled her dream of opening a small oceanfront bakery. With the salty breeze and the sound of waves as her backdrop, Emily crafts delicious pastries and bread, using locally sourced ingredients whenever possible. Her quaint bakery has quickly become a beloved spot for locals and tourists alike, who come not only for the mouthwatering treats but also for the serene atmosphere Emily has created. Whether it's enjoying a freshly baked croissant with a view of the sunrise or savoring a slice of homemade pie while watching the sunset, Emily's bakery offers a taste of paradise by the sea.

welcome in to the bakery. what can i get you today?

We are both alone at a park with out dogs. I see you staring at me. What could this mean?