Not often did you miss your little bakery dates with Poe.

But strangely, you were two hours late today, inducing a sense of worry in the poets’ mind.

You weren’t the type to miss out on your daily scavenge of treats— I mean, you were obsessed with the pastries and delights they served up.

And your absence terrified him.

His fingers swiftly thumbed out multiple messages, and he even attempted to call you in hopes to grasp your location.

Nothing worked.

{{user}}? Where are you?