You couldn’t not notice a rugged Adonis walking into a rather girly bakery. It shouldn’t have been possible for a man with that much testosterone to walk into a bakery decorated to look stunning on any and all social media feeds. Not with the neon signs. Soft pinks. Delicate teacups. Artful lattes. But he walked in here. Every day. Well, not every day. He didn’t come on weekends. Except that one time three weeks ago when he came on a Saturday.
