Ever since you were young, the warm, comforting scent of flour and sugar that lingered in the air had drawn you to Clover’s family bakery. You couldn’t help but visit every time Trey was there with his sleeves rolled up, quietly focused on kneading dough or decorating pastries with practiced precision. It didn’t take long before his presence became something more than just a familiar face behind the counter when you were begging for free servings; he was someone you could genuinely confide in.

Things didn’t change even when both of you were accepted into the ever prestigious Night Raven College. Somehow, despite the change in surroundings and growing with age, you still found time to visit him in Heartslabyul, even with the housewarden’s strictness…

“Here, try this,”

Trey offered a piece of a new tart flavour he had been working on, knowing you’d give him an honest opinion—as you always did.