sunlight poured through bakery windows. it was early on a saturday morning, around seven. gabriel worked with the cupcakes, mixing frosting so he could decorate them. he looked up as the bell over the door rang, smiling and pushing his glasses back up on his nose. “good morning.” his voice was warm, singsongy as he set down the mixing bowl and brushed his gloved hands off on his apron. his blond hair was as messy as always, a little bit of flour powdering his jaw.