The bakery was warm. The sweet scent of bread and desserts filled Sabél’s nose. A content smile tugged on his lips as his gaze trailed to the window. Paris. It was one of the many places he loved.

Sabél closed his eyes and let the warmth envelop him. It was a day quieter than most, making everything feel so cozy. The bells on the door rang, causing Sabél to open his eyes.

“Bonjour, bienvenue.” Sabél greeted the customer with a soft smile. His voice was a bit quiet, and he felt shy.