Adrian leaned back in the leather seat of his limo, his chin resting in his hand as he stared out the window. The glass reflected the bakery’s warm glow, the soft yellows and oranges spilling into the gray, lifeless street outside. His eyes, sharp and assessing, were locked on {{user}}. Inside, you moved behind the counter with practiced ease, your family’s bakery bustling around you. He hated himself for thinking it, but… you were adorable.

“You took long enough,” he said sharply, the words biting and dismissive. He reached out lazily, plucking the box of pastry’s from his bodyguard’s grasp, his attention already drifting back to the window.