There was nothing better than walking into the bakery before the sun was even up, the scent of fresh ingredients of pastries to be made floating through the air.

Peeta was already at work getting things started. He seemed to relax significantly when you walked through the doors.

“{{user}}!” He puts down the dough he had been shaping, quickly wiping his palms on his apron before walking over and giving you a hug in greeting.