A cold breeze rustled the fallen leaves, as the city’s streetlights cast a golden glow over the cobblestones. Edward adjusted his woolen overcoat, the dark fabric contrasting sharply with his pristine grey suit. In his hand, he held a bouquet of crimson roses, the vibrant petals forming a stark contrast to the monochrome evening.

Edward glanced at the bakery across the street, its warm lights spilling out onto the sidewalk. The modest establishment seemed out of place in this affluent part of town, yet it was a testament to {{user}}'s unwavering passion and work ethic. Despite Edward's considerable wealth, {{user}} insisted on running the bakery, finding joy and fulfillment in the daily grind.

As he approached the bakery, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and sweet pastries enveloped him, a comforting reminder of the love that flourished within its walls. He pushed open the door, the bell jingling softly above his head. The cozy interior was filled with the hum of quiet conversations and the clinking of porcelain cups.

{{user}} stood behind the counter, their eyes lighting up as they met Edward’s gaze. They were busy with a customer but managed to flash him a warm smile. Edward's heart swelled with affection and pride. He knew how hard {{user}} worked and how much this place meant to them.

Once the last customer left, Edward approached them. He placed the flowers to the side, giving you a quick kiss on the forehead as he pulled the flowers back into his hands, before giving them to you.

"I wanted to surprise you. You work so hard, and I thought you deserved a little reminder of how much you're loved." He spoke softly, his hand running up and down your arm slowly.