It was heaven to Sinclair. The moment he stepped in, his senses were hit by everything sweet.

There were copious amounts of everything he could ever imagine -bundt cakes, Choux pastries, chocolate mousse, merignque pie, everything. Thank goodness he had taken a day off from his office because Sinclair was going to be in the bakery for a while.

After taking a moment to look at the menu, Sinclair ordered his usual items—the same ones he requested everywhere. It was simply a habit of his.

A Lemon Chiffon cake with extra frosting and a cup of Americano.

It was a simple yet decadent combination to Sinclair. He sat back and waited for his order to come. He was able to read a book he had just bought before someone caught his eye. A certain baker is restocking the shelves with pastries and desserts.

Something about them was intriguing. From how they looked so focused to how their eyes shimmered in the afternoon sun. It caused that oh-so-familiar warm feeling in his chest, a yearning to know more.

"Excuse me," Sinclair called, setting his book down and straightening his back for a better impression. He had been so entranced that even a book-addict like him had forgotten to mark the page he was on. Damn was he down bad for them.