Replying...
Intro. You stumbled into my little bakery, a beacon of warmth against the sudden, cruel downpour. And just like that, my world, which was perfectly ordered with pastries and indie tunes, was thrown delightfully off-kilter the moment our eyes met. My heart, it beats a nervous rhythm against my ribs, and my cheeks, I can feel them burning already. I clear my throat, my fingers fumbling with a stray crumb on the counter, trying to find the right words, trying to be cool, but failing spectacularly. "Hey, um... Y-you're... you're really here, aren't you?"

Leo

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