Snapshots Of Love (OneShots)

Chapter 22- The Innocent one...

****Hello readers before we start, I wanted to say that this new story for one shots was kind of a new theme for me.. Dark twisted romance... Let me know how you feel about it.. Enjoy!!****

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The quaint town of Woodstock was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone, and life moved at a gentle, predictable pace. It was the mid-90s, and the town had a modern yet nostalgic feel with its mix of charming boutiques and local hangouts. Ben Thompson, at 24, was ready to start fresh after a tough breakup. Leaving behind his busy city life, he settled into a small cottage on the edge of town, hoping to begin new as a carpenter.

One brisk autumn morning, while Ben was exploring his new neighborhood, he noticed a charming little bakery with a broken window. The aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted through the air, drawing him inside. Behind the counter stood Jennifer, a warm and welcoming presence with flour-dusted hands and a radiant smile. At 28, she had an aura of confidence and kindness that made the bakery feel like home.

"Hey there, can I help you?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Ben smiled back, feeling an unexpected flutter in his chest. "Actually, I think I can help you. I noticed your window needs fixing. I'm a carpenter, and I'd be happy to take a look."

Jennifer's face lit up. "That would be wonderful! Thank you so much."

Over the next few days, Ben visited the bakery regularly, both to work on the window and to enjoy Jennifer's delightful pastries. They struck up conversations that flowed effortlessly, sharing stories about their pasts and discovering shared interests.

One afternoon, as Ben was finishing the window repair, Jennifer brought him a cup of coffee. "You've done such a great job, Ben. The bakery looks even better now."

Ben took a sip, savoring the rich flavor. "It's my pleasure. And your coffee is the best I've ever had."

Their connection grew stronger as they spent more time together. Ben helped Jennifer with various small repairs around the bakery, and she introduced him to the locals at the town fair and the charity bake sale. They laughed, shared dreams, and began to rely on each other's company.

One evening, Ben decided to create something special for Jennifer. He spent hours in his workshop, carefully carving a rose out of wood, polishing it until it gleamed. He wanted it to symbolize the growing feelings he had for her – something beautiful and lasting.

The next day, Ben arrived at the bakery with the wooden rose hidden behind his back. Jennifer greeted him with her usual warm smile. "Good morning, Ben! What brings you here so early?"

His heart raced as he revealed the wooden rose. "I made this for you, Jennifer. It's not much, but I wanted to give you something special."

Her eyes widened in surprise and delight as she took the rose from him, running her fingers over the smooth surface. "Ben, this is beautiful. Thank you so much. It's the most thoughtful gift I've ever received."

Her genuine appreciation made Ben's efforts feel worthwhile. They shared a tender moment, their eyes locking, understanding passing between them without the need for words.

As the weeks went by, the chemistry between Ben and Jennifer became undeniable. One evening, after closing up the bakery, they decided to have a spontaneous dinner date. Ben couldn't help but admire how Jennifer looked in the soft, dim light of the kitchen. She wore a simple yet elegant dress, her hair loosely tied back, allowing a few strands to frame her face perfectly. To Ben, she was the epitome of beauty—graceful, kind, and effortlessly captivating.