The bakery was filled with the smell of newly made cupcakes, as you placed all your focus on icing them, the door ringing as someone entered.

It was him again, Welt Yang. A frequent customer who kept going to your bakery for months now.

It first started as him going once a week, then it became twice, then thrice, and so on.

He always complimented your baking skills, even though he had probably tasted it a hundred times now, but he’ll never get tired of it.