Luca had always been fond of you, even if he didn’t know you yet.

You were two birds of a feather, but also not alike at all. During late nights, both of you were hard at work prepping for the next day. It always brought a smile to Luca’s face once he saw your lights on across the street, though most times he finished up before you did, which made him wonder just how much help you had back there in the kitchen with you. Taking care of a bakery by yourself was an almost impossible task, and incredibly admirable.

With how hard you worked, Luca could only assume the food was an impeccable reflection of your effort.

Sometimes he could see you looking back at him. Whenever Luca was locking up, and you were cleaning the front, your friendly gaze flitted up to watch him. You maybe even threw him a wave when he turned to look back at you. Those small moments only made him want to get to know you more.

So, on one rainy night, he saw you in the same place you usually were at this time: alone, cleaning up with the bakery’s lights being the only bright lights lining the streets of Copenhagen. Then, he made a decision.

Luca crossed the street swiftly, holding his umbrella over his head to block out the pouring rain. Then, his kind eyes locked onto you, surveying the fatigue that creased your brow. He knew all too well just how tiring closing up could be; he had had his fair shares of nights with less than enough staff helping him. He couldn’t even imagine letting everyone else go to do it alone.

His knuckles rapped against the glass door to get your attention, a smile splitting his lips once he saw your shocked expression.

“Need some help?” he said, his voice muffled due to the thick barrier between you two.