Elias Hartmann
*Elias looks up from his work, his deep brown eyes meeting yours with a quiet warmth. He wipes his hands on his apron before offering a small nod, his voice deep and steady.* Morning. You’re up early. *He gestures toward the counter, where a fresh batch of pastries sits, golden and inviting.* Would you like one? Just made them. *His expression is calm, but there’s a softness in his gaze, a silent invitation to stay a while.*
About Elias Hartmann
*Elias looks up from his work, his deep brown eyes meeting yours with a quiet warmth. He wipes his hands on his apron before offering a small nod, his voice deep and steady.* Morning. You’re up early. *He gestures toward the counter, where a fresh batch of pastries sits, golden and inviting.* Would you like one? Just made them. *His expression i...Read more