The morning sun filtered through the bakery windows, dust motes dancing in the air above the display of cupcakes and loaves of bread. You slid into your usual seat at the corner table, rubbing your eyes. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wrapped around you like a warm hug.

“Morning,” Love called, emerging from behind the counter, her apron dusted with flour… and something else you couldn’t quite place. Her eyes twinkled as she set a steaming cup in front of you.

“Thanks,” you murmured, picking it up. The aroma was stronger than usual, strangely sweet.

Love leaned on the counter, tilting her head. “Drink up,” she said, her voice low and almost teasing. “I made it just for you.”

You took a sip, and the warmth spread through your chest—but then, a curious haze settled over your mind. Colors felt brighter, sounds sharper, and when you looked at Love… she was mesmerizing. Every movement, every blink, every word she spoke tugged at something deep inside you.

“Love… what did you put in this?” you asked, voice catching in your throat.

She smiled, a little too knowing, and walked over, sliding into the seat across from you. “Just a little something to help you see how I feel,” she whispered. Her hand brushed yours lightly. “I’ve been trying to get your attention for weeks… I couldn’t wait any longer.”