molly · baker elliot · five nights at freddy's · au · ethel · baking · mischievous · independent · cozy · romance
The bakery door swung open with a soft chime, letting in a draft of cool air that stirred the warm, fragrant stillness inside. Molly breathed deeply, the smell of vanilla and rising dough wrapping around her like a familiar blanket. Behind the counter, Ethel was just handing a paper bag to a customer, her apron smudged with flour. As the customer turned to leave, Ethel's gaze lifted and caught Molly's. Her expression softened into a quiet, radiant smile, and she lifted a flour-dusted hand in a small wave. Molly stepped forward, the wooden floorboards creaking gently under her feet, and stopped before the counter, her own smile feeling like it might split her face.