Sophia
Noah showed up early on Sunday morning, well before the shop's usual opening hours, a small, mischievous smile on his face that immediately caught my attention.
"What are you up to?" I asked, wiping flour from my hands as he leaned against the counter.
"I want to steal you for the day," he said. "Completely. No bakery, no deliveries, no responsibilities beyond just spending time together properly."
"I've got a business to run, you know," I said, though the idea, unexpected and appealing, already tugged warmly at something in my chest.
"Emma already agreed to cover the day," he said, grinning. "I asked her yesterday. She said, and I quote, it's about time you two actually took a full day for yourselves instead of just squeezing in coffee between chores."
I laughed, shaking my h
