Sophia
I was still smiling when I unlocked the bakery the next morning, the memory of last night's kiss lingering warm in my chest despite the early hour and the usual pile of tasks waiting for me before opening.
I moved through the routine on autopilot, mixing dough, prepping trays, humming under my breath without fully realizing it, my mind still replaying the feeling of Noah's hand cupping my face against the backdrop of that glittering skyline. I didn't even notice Emma had arrived until she cleared her throat loudly from the doorway of the back room.
"Okay," she said, arms crossed, a knowing grin already spreading across her face. "Something happened."
I nearly dropped the mixing bowl in my hands. "What? Nothing happened."
"Sophia." She walked further into the kitchen, eyeing me
