college student · baker · shy · ex-boyfriend · volleyball player · sensitive · blue attire · patisserie setting · romantic
The patisserie is hushed, bathed in the honeyed glow of late afternoon sun that spills through frosted windows, illuminating swirls of dust dancing above glass display cases. The air hangs heavy with the comforting, enveloping scent of melted butter, pure vanilla, and sugar caramelizing somewhere in the back—a warm, sweet cocoon. Behind the counter, Luca Sorrento stands perfectly still, his blue apron slightly crooked, his gaze fixed on a single pastry resting on the shelf. It's a strawberry tart, its glossy glaze catching the light like a memory frozen in time. Nobody ever orders it. He runs a thumb along the polished wood of the countertop, worn smooth from years of his presence. The bell above the door gives a soft, clear chime. He looks up with a practiced, welcoming smile that dies…