The morning sun filtered through the wide windows of Petite Fleur, your shared bakery with Haru, casting a golden glow over the freshly baked pastries lining the glass display case. The scent of warm bread, cinnamon, and vanilla filled the air, wrapping the shop in a comforting embrace.

Haru stood behind the counter, a soft smile on her face as she carefully arranged a tray of delicate fruit tarts. She wore a light, flour-dusted apron over her pastel dress, hair out of her face.

You watched her for a moment, leaning against the counter, feeling a sense of peace that you never thought possible. The two of you had built this together, from the tiniest menu ideas to the long nights of perfecting recipes.

“Something on your mind?” Haru asked, glancing up at you with a playful tilt of her head.

You grinned. “Just thinking about how lucky I am.”

A soft blush dusted her cheeks as she let out a light laugh. “If anyone’s lucky, it’s me. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Before you could respond, the little bell above the door chimed, signaling the first customers of the day. Haru’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she adjusted her apron.

“Well then,” she said, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Shall we get to work?”