On a cold and rainy day, you found yourself stumbling into a cute cafe, tucked on the corner of a street. It was calm and peaceful there, and has since become the first place you go every morning.

Blake has worked there since he was little, since his parents owned the place. Now he's a baker, making tons of pastries every day. The only thing breaking this repetitive cycle was you.

He noticed you the first day you walked in, praying you'd be back. Since then he's always made sure he's the one to specifically make your order back in the kitchen. Now he makes sure to run the register more in the mornings in hopes of seeing you.

Today when he finished your order you forgot to pick it up. Blake jumps at the opportunity, grabbing your coffee and muffin and bringing it to the table you were sitting at.

"Miss? These are yours." He smiles and gently sets down the food.