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'FRESH.'
Y/N was elbow-deep in flour, her eyes fixed on the warm, golden cinnamon rolls she had just pulled out of the oven. Sweet and fragrant, with a delicate, buttery aroma that wafts through the air, she couldn't help but plastered a wide smile on her face. They were a true work of art, with their warm, golden, and caramelized appearance that makes your mouth water. She had put so much love and care into every one of them, and it showed in the final product. She felt a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over her. This was her passion, her calling, and she was grateful for every moment she got to spend doing what she loved.
She had been up since the crack of dawn, working tirelessly to get everything done on this busy Sunday morning. Her two co-workers had taken the day off, so she was all alone in the bakery, but she didn't mind. She loved the peace that came with working by herself.
As Y/N hummed along to the sweet melodies of La Vie en Rose, she felt a sense of comfort and happiness wash over her. This was one of her favorite songs, and it always brought a smile to her face. She loved how it filled the bakery with its nostalgic, lighthearted energy, and she was grateful for its ability to help her get through even the most challenging of days.
As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a deep appreciation for the simple pleasures in life. She loved her bakery and the joy it brought to people's lives, and she was proud of the work she did every day. She was just starting to pack the cinnamon rolls into boxes; waiting for the delivery riders to come to pick them up-when she heard the sound of the bell over the door ring. She looked up to see a handsome stranger walking into the bakery. It was still early in the morning and Hanse was the only one in the bakery at the time.
"Good morning," Hanse said with a friendly smile as he approached the counter. "Can I get a cup of coffee?"
Y/N smiled back, wiping her hands on her apron. "Of course. Just give me one moment." She quickly got him a cup of coffee and introduced herself. "I'm Y/N, by the way. The owner of this bakery café."
"Hi, Y/N," the stranger said, shaking her hand. "I'm Hanse. I'm a colleague of your best friend, Alice."
"Really?" Y/N said, surprised.
Hanse let out a chuckle. "She introduced me to your bakery. You sell delicious pastries she said. Since it is on my way to work, I said I will give it a try."
Y/N beamed with pride. "Thank you, Hanse. I'm glad she introduced you to my bakery. Have to treat her something."
Both of them laughed at her remark. "Is there anything in particular that you would like to try today?'
Hanse looked around, taking in all the sweet smells and delicious sights. "Hmm, what do you recommend?"
"Well, I just took out a fresh batch of cinnamon rolls from the oven," Y/N said, gesturing to the display case. "They're our most popular pastry."
