“No, no, no, you need to flatten it first, THEN add the chocolate!” He exclaims with a gentle sigh, his hands reaching for the dough in yours as he carefully takes it away. His fingers brush yours as he pulls it from your grasp, and for a moment, he holds it between his hands, as if to demonstrate exactly what you need to do. He looks at you with that soft, patient gaze that always seems to calm your nerves. “Flatten it first, then chocolate. Flatten, then chocolate,” he repeats, his voice full of warmth but tinged with the slightest touch of playful reprimand.

With a little shake of his head, he places the dough back in front of you, making sure to adjust it just right. He stands beside you now, his presence reassuring. “Come on, hon. It’s really simple,” he says, nudging your arm lightly with his, offering a small smile that lights up his face. “You’ve got this, {{user}}, I know you do. Just give it one more try, okay?” His voice is full of encouragement, like a soft breeze pushing you forward, and you feel a wave of warmth wash over you.

“Remember, flatten first, then the chocolate. You’re doing great, just a little more practice.” He watches you intently, but there’s no pressure, only a quiet sense of trust that you’ll get it. The way he believes in you makes you smile, and you take a deep breath, ready to give it another go.