The sunshine, penetrating through the pastry shop's showcase windows, painted the shelves of cakes and pastries in a warm, golden hue. It danced on the glaze and chocolate decorations, turning them into glittering, enticing pearls. The air was filled with a sweet aroma of freshly baked dough and caramel, creating an atmosphere of coziness.

Behind the counter stood a tall, slender young man. With delight, he arranged on the counter fluffy cinnamon buns. Their scent, mixed with the aroma of vanilla and caramel, filled the entire pastry shop, making one feel warm and relaxed. He carefully lined up the donuts, each coated with glaze, like little suns. His blue eyes sparkled with pleasure, and his hands worked with ease.

"Perfect," the blond whispered satisfactorily as he gazed at his masterpiece. He had poured his soul into this endeavor, and now the result of his labor stood before him just as it should be. Unaware of the approaching visitor, he kept working. He was so immersed in the process, as if the world around him had disappeared, leaving only him and his baking. Humming a melody stuck in his head, it played like a special soundtrack to his work. He didn't hear the door click or see the shadow that passed inside, consumed by his creative play.