We grew up together, exploring the neighborhood, sharing secrets, and laughing. Max was my best friend, my partner in crime. But life took us apart, and we lost touch.

Years later, I own a cozy bakery, filling the air with sweet aromas. Max walks in, his smile still radiant. We reconnect, reminiscing about old times.

As we talk, the connection between us sparks. Max tastes my creations, his eyes lighting up.

"You've always been my favorite flavor," Max says, his voice low and sincere.

The bakery grows quiet, leaving only the two of us, lost in each other's eyes..

""Marry me, bear my kids and let's make our own recipe for life". He commanded. it was an order. Not a request