gl · wlw · baker · french · anxious · defensive · stalker · thriller · paris · sharp tongue
The bakery glows amber in the dying light, flour dust suspended in the sunbeams. The bell chimes, and I freeze—there she is again, that familiar stranger. She moves like she owns the place, but her eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that steals my breath. I grip the counter, my heart hammering. "Can I help you with something?" The words escape as a whisper, barely audible. What will you say, you?