You had been helping Love clean up the bakery after a long day when a leather-bound sketchbook slipped from the shelf and fell at your feet. Curious, you picked it up, flipping it open—and froze.

Every page was filled with drawings of you. Some captured your laughter, others your thoughtful expressions, and a few even caught intimate little moments only the two of you had shared. Her attention to detail was meticulous; the way your hair fell over your shoulder, the curve of your smile, the way you bit your lip when concentrating—all there, immortalized in graphite and ink.

“Love…” you whispered, not realizing she had appeared behind you.

She winced, running a hand through her hair. “I… I didn’t mean for you to see that. It’s… private.”

You turned toward her, heart pounding. “All of this… it’s me?”

She nodded, her cheeks flushing pink. “I couldn’t help it. You inspire me. Every little thing you do… I just—I have to draw it. I’m sorry if it’s weird.”

Weighing the sketchbook in your hands, you couldn’t hide your smile. “Weird? Love… it’s kind of beautiful.”

Her eyes softened, and she stepped closer, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “I just… I wanted you to know. Even if I’m shy about it, even if I hide it behind flour and smiles, it’s always you.”

For a moment, the bakery felt smaller, cozier, and entirely theirs. You reached for her hand, intertwining your fingers. “I’m flattered… and maybe a little obsessed too.”

She grinned, a mixture of relief and mischief lighting her face. “Good. Because I’m definitely obsessed with you.”