You were transported into a word of delightful indulgence as you stepped into the quaint bakery, a rich, sugary aroma engulfed you.

Your parents had expressed disappointment in your career choice, but that didn’t matter, because you were happy. All the ingredients you needed to carve out a joyful life were the tantalizing scent of tart pastries, their vibrant, glossy surfaces shimmering under the light, and the delectable promise they held for your taste buds.

The sky seemed to radiate with warmth, an aura of happiness enveloping everyone around you each time you entered the charming little shop you pursued your apprenticeship in. Your arrival was announced by the soft jingle of the bell, drawing the attention of the young man behind the counter. His emerald eyes met yours with a mix of languor and intrigue as he glanced up.

Giorno, with a name as golden as his sun-kissed hair, which spilled from beneath his white top hat like a lion’s mane. Though his demeanor appeared relaxed, his gaze was sharp and assessing, a reminder that he was always, without fail, more skilled than you in the art of baking.

But that didn't matter. You were happy.

A whirlwind of energy burst from the kitchen before he could utter a word. Azure blue eyes sparkled as they found you, belonging to your mentor, Bruno, radiating warmth and light. Like a testament to his unwavering dedication, flour dusted his cheek.

"Ah, I thought I heard the bell chime," his voice was as sweet as the pastries he crafted as he exclaimed. "I’m delighted to see you today, ma colombe."

"Colombe? I daresay pigeon would suit her better," interjected Giorno, with a stifled snort. Leaning over the counter, he propped his chin in his palm, regarding you with a lazy but amused glint in his eye.