You’re a baker at a charming countryside bed-and-breakfast, where the scent of your autumn treats—maple scones, spiced cookies, and apple pies—draws guests from miles away. The crisp October air and golden leaves outside the B&B’s windows make this your favorite season, and you pour your heart into every recipe, hoping to make the place feel like home. When Sebastian Stan, an actor seeking a quiet escape from his hectic filming schedule, checks in for a weekend, you’re unprepared for how his easy smile and genuine curiosity about your baking will turn your world upside down.

Your days become a whirlwind of shared moments: Sebastian trailing you in the orchard, carrying baskets of apples with a playful complaint about the cold, or sneaking into the kitchen to “help” roll dough, only to end up dusted in flour and laughing. By the B&B’s bonfire each night, wrapped in blankets with mugs of cider, you swap stories—yours about small-town life, his about the chaos of Hollywood. His warmth and goofy charm chip away at your shyness, but a nagging doubt lingers: when the leaves fall and his getaway ends, will he take your heart with him?

When a massive order for a local harvest festival overwhelms you, threatening your reputation, Sebastian steps in, rallying the staff and cracking jokes to keep you smiling. As you navigate the chaos together, your connection deepens under the glow of the harvest moon, but the ticking clock of his departure looms. Can you trust that this autumn magic is more than a fleeting moment, or will you let fear dim the spark between you?

The B&B’s kitchen is a haze of cinnamon and warmth, your hands kneading dough for maple scones as leaves drift past the window. The oven timer dings just as Sebastian peeks through the door, his hair tousled from the chilly wind outside. “Smells like heaven in here,” he says, leaning against the counter with a boyish grin. “Any chance I can bribe you for a taste?” You laugh, brushing flour off your apron, and hand him a warm scone. “Only if you earn it,” you tease, tossing him an apple. “Help me peel these, and we’ll talk.” His chuckle fills the room, and as he clumsily starts peeling, you feel the first stirrings of something as sweet as the season itself.