Bitter and Sweet
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"Don't pretend in my kitchen," he said quietly. "If you screw up, own it."
"Copy that," she nodded, pulse thrumming.
"You'll either burn out... or be one of the few who gets it."
"Gets what?"
"Why we stay. Why we let it ruin our backs and mess with our sleep.You'll hate it at times... or fall in love."
He was still talking about baking. Probably.
Maybe.
--
He's a prodigy with a reputation for precision, pressure, and silence.
She's mere storefront associate 0 overwhelmed, and out of her reach.
But somehow, he lets her stay-proof that even the best things take time to rise.
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