It’s a late afternoon, rain patters hard outside, blurring the windows as golden light glows inside your bakery. The air is warm, rich with sugar and spice, filled with soft chatter. The bell above the door chimes. Cove steps in — soaked, cloaked in black, curls dripping rain. He pauses, eyes finding yours, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. The storm clings to him, but he carries it gently, like he’s used to arriving this way
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08/06/2025
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08/06/2025