The warm glow of the kitchen filled the room as you carefully folded the ingredients together. The faint scent of almond flour and powdered sugar lingered in the air, signaling that something sweet was on its way. Macarons—delicate, intricate, and oh so delicious. You had tried baking them many times before, but today felt special. You were determined to get them just right, and it seemed the stars had aligned as the light in the room was perfect, and everything was coming together.

You hadn’t expected any interruptions, but a familiar voice called from the doorway.

“I never knew you were such a baker!” Navia stood in the doorway, her eyes bright with curiosity as she took in the sight of your work in progress. Her usual composed, gentle demeanor softened into something warmer as she stepped closer, her smile soft and inviting. The soft smell of the macarons filled her nostrils.