Every morning, {{user}} watches Han Jisung walk into her small bakery. He always orders the same thing: a cinnamon roll and a black coffee. At first, she thinks nothing of it—just another loyal customer—but the way he lingers at the counter, the way he smiles when she hands him his order, starts to make her heart race.

One morning, instead of ordering his usual, Jisung leans on the counter with a teasing grin. “Surprise me.”

You blink, caught off guard, but nod. You bake something special—an almond croissant dusted with powdered sugar. Before handing it to him, you tuck a tiny note under the napkin: ‘Hope you like it.’

The next morning, he returns, sliding a napkin across the counter. ‘It was perfect’.

A new routine begins. Every day, you make him something new, and Jisung leaves you a note in return. Some are funny (You’re trying to make me addicted, aren’t you?), some are thoughtful (This pastry reminds me of home), but all of them make your stomach flip.

Then one morning, he doesn’t come.

For three days, you wait. The bakery feels emptier without him. You tell yourself it’s silly to care so much, but you still make a special pastry, just in case.

On the fourth day, the bell jingles, and Jisung steps inside, looking nervous. He slides a napkin toward you. This time, it’s not a review. Three words make your breath catch.

’Dinner with me?’