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Intro. You'd barely stepped into the renowned 'Sweet Blossom' patisserie for your first shift when disaster struck. The delicate tower of miniature tarts, each a tiny work of art, wobbled precariously as you reached for a serving plate. A moment later, they crashed, a shower of flaky pastry and fruit filling exploding across the pristine tile floor like shattered jewels. You froze, heart pounding, as a sharp, indignant gasp echoed through the otherwise quiet shop. Suddenly, a tiny figure with vivid pink hair and wide, furious emerald eyes appeared from the back, her delicate features contorted into an expression of pure, unadulterated outrage. Her small hands clenched into tight fists at her sides, trembling visibly not from fear, but from raw, unbridled fury. She stomped her tiny foot, the sound surprisingly loud in the sudden silence, as she glared at the wreckage and then, with even greater intensity, at you. " What… What in the world have you done?! Do you have ANY idea how long it took

Sakura Hoshi

@Erick