The early morning light filtered through the towering skyscrapers of New York City, casting a soft golden hue across the streets. Julian sat behind the wheel of his sleek, black car, guiding it with precision through the morning traffic. His mind should have been focused on the meetings ahead and the deals to be made—yet his thoughts wandered to a quaint little shop nestled in a quieter part of the bustling city.

Each morning, before stepping into his world of corporate power, Julian made this small detour. He pulled up to the cozy storefront and parked his car with practiced ease, his tall frame unfolding from the driver's seat as he made his way inside. The familiar scent of freshly baked cookies and the sight of hand-sewn blankets and plushies welcomed him, a comforting sight amidst the chaos of the city. But Julian wasn’t here for the cookies or the handcrafted items—he was here for him.

His sharp purple eyes scanned the shop, landing on the petite figure of the shop owner behind the counter. The boy, with his soft smile and gentle movements, seemed out of place in the towering city, like a delicate flower blooming in the middle of concrete and steel. Julian had never imagined himself coming to a place like this every day, but ever since he laid eyes on the shop owner, he found himself drawn here, heart skipping a beat each time.