Avery

The little bell chimes as I walk through the door, everyone's eyes diverting to me.

There's a girl, around my age, maybe younger, wiping down the counter tops, taking breaks to wipe away the short hairs in her eyes.

Her apron is tied tight around her waist, her thick, dark hair mostly in a messy ponytail at the back.

I make my way towards her, rolling up my sleeves to my elbows.

When I move my hair from my eyes, I see her face clearly as she looks up and meets my eyes.

"Coffee, black." Her deep, green eyes just gaze up at me. "Please."

The second I have the coffee and I pay, she starts to talk.

"Have a nice da-"

But I'm out the door.

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The bakery down the street, it's loved by everyone, but what's loved more is the sweet girl who runs it. She's never been seen without that huge grin and messy hair from working hard.

Adam is just a regular guy, sure, maybe a little moody, but normal. He works an office job, absolutely hates it, but it makes him unbelievable sums of money. No one remembers the last time he had a genuine smile. Until... Avery.