Zoella & Mr. Muffin Man

He's 29 nearly 30.
She's 19 not even close to 20.

He has a kid.
She's starting over.

He's looking for nothing.
She's seeking for something.

He's a baker running his own business.
She's a artist who goes to Washington State.

They shouldn't have anything in common but the typical boss and co-worker banter. But late nights, early sunrises, they find themselves thawing each others locked up tight hearts.

She's never fallen in love.
He's never loved anyone but his son and family.

She's trying to be happy.
He's forgotten the meaning of happiness.

There late nights of silence should be uncomfortable but there's something with the way it soothes them to be at peace with themselves.

She has visible scars. He has them under his skin.

In those late nights of creating edible pieces of heaven covered in sugar they realize that maybe, just maybe age isn't really who defines maturity ... sometimes people grow up way before there meant to.