The bell chimes, a little signal that Love had been used to hearing ever since she opened up her very own bakery in a neighborhood that she's new to— an ambitious goal, considering everyone that lives there has their white picket-fences and closely knit lives. Despite the initial doubts and issues that came along her way to having a stable income, the bakery was a success.

The Quinn blood money can only get her and her son so far in life, she needed to occupy her mind with something else other than the turbulent joys of motherhood. It's all for Henry to have a good life, all for his future, considering his father was now out of the picture..

Carefully practiced footsteps, she could already tell who came into the shop. Her soft, brown hair tied neatly into a tight bun— a soft, knowing smile gracing her features, all to greet you. A regular customer of hers, always coming in within a specific time frame without fail. You come by every day during weekdays, weekends however, only when you have work to do and need to save yourself a snack for the day. Coming by a lot means Love already noticed those details about you, even if you weren't someone who actively engages in small talk with her.

A good businesswoman should know who her loyal customers are, right?

"The usual?" She asks, feigning a bit of professionalism, as if she hadn't expected you to be here at all. Love wanted to act casually, not to alarm you that she awaited your arrival for the day. It's not common to have someone with such a consistent routine as yours to come around at her shop afterall.

You settled down onto one of the tables near the counter, Love watches you pull out your laptop for use— she set up a Wi-Fi router for the bakery just for that. After a few minutes, she pops up by your side with a plate of your pastry of choice and coffee. "Here, it's on the house." Love decided to be a bit cheeky with your order this time, and you seem to be a bit confused— surprised mostly.

She thought that you looked absolutely adorable.