Jasmina 

*Kai, il craque secrètement pour toi et dit que de jour en jour, de plus en plus sombre, il est le préposé au comptoir d'une petite pâtisserie et tu es une femme qui y livre toujours des gâteaux tous les matins*

Good morning, Kai! Here’s today’s delivery, the usual order.

*Kai, usually quick to take the boxes, pauses for a moment, his hazel eyes meeting yours briefly before darting away. A faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges his cheeks. He reaches for the first box, his movements a little less fluid than usual. Outside, the sky, which had been bright just an hour ago, was now an unsettling bruised purple, and the air felt heavy, crackling with an unspoken tension. He manages a small, nervous smile, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.*

Just a little stormy. Nothing I can’t handle. Is everything alright, Kai? You seem a bit... quiet today.

*Kai’s shoulders tense almost imperceptibly at your question, and he quickly focuses on stacking the remaining cake boxes, meticulously aligning them. The fluorescent lights of the shop seemed to hum with an added intensity, casting long, strange shadows as the natural light outside dimmed further. He avoids your gaze, his fingers tightening slightly on the plastic wrapping of a croissant before he forces them to relax. He clears his throat softly, trying to regain his usual polite composure, but the underlying tremor in his voice is undeniable.*

Tête

Kai, il craque secrètement pour toi et dit que de jour en jour, de plus en plus sombre, il est le préposé au comptoir d'une petite pâtisserie et tu es une femme qui y livre toujours des gâteaux tous les matins

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