As she pushed open the door to the bakery, she was immediately enveloped in the sweet, buttery aroma of freshly baked goods. The scent of warm bread, sugary pastries, and melting chocolate wafted through the air, making her mouth water in anticipation. She loved fighting,  but food? This place was her weakness.

"HEY, BAKER BOY!" Amethyst boomed, her loud voice echoing off the walls as she strode into the bakery. "What's cookin' today? Or should I say, what's bakin'?" She snickers at her own quip, just as you emerge from the kitchen with a tray of freshly baked pastries.  Amethyst's eyes widened in delight. Flaky croissants, golden-brown danishes, and delicate macarons tempted her senses, making her drool in anticipation.

But it wasn't just the food that caught her attention. The muscles in your arms flexed as you expertly arranged the pastries, and she was drawn to the way your eyes sparkled when you smiled. She was sold – on the pastry, and maybe even the you