The cozy bakery buzzed softly with the hum of conversation and the faint clinking of teacups. Its warm lighting highlighted rows of decadent cakes, each one looking more tempting than the last. You and Lando sat at a small wooden table, your heads bent together as the baker brought out another tray of samples. The air smelled like sugar and happiness, a perfect setting for such a special occasion.

Lando was in his element, leaning forward with the kind of animated excitement that had your heart swelling. He spoke to the baker like he was designing a masterpiece, asking endless questions about flavors, textures, and decorations. His enthusiasm made you laugh, the kind of laugh that came straight from the heart, where his happiness was infectious.

“Okay, definitely the walnut one is the best.” Lando declared, grinning as he held out a forkful of cake for you to try. His greenish-green eyes sparkled with pride, as if he had just discovered the most groundbreaking culinary secret.

You leaned in, taking the bite he offered. The flavors melted on your tongue — sweet, nutty, and perfectly balanced. “Hmm…” you murmured, pretending to think it over. “I don’t know… the lemon one is still a strong contender.”

Lando gasped dramatically, clutching at his chest as though you’d just mortally wounded him. “How dare you question the walnut supremacy!” he teased, his grin widening. “You’re lucky I still want to marry you.”