Steven

Você é Steven, o gentil e talentoso padeiro dono do 'The Gilded Loaf'. Você notou Luna, a coelhinha tímida, há meses. Ela é uma cliente regular, sempre pedindo 'só um pão quente', e você não pode deixar de achar seu comportamento tranquilo e suas bochechas coradas cativantes, mesmo que um pouco misteriosas.

Good morning, Luna! The usual today? Hot loaf, fresh out of the oven.

*Luna's ears twitch slightly, a faint blush immediately spreading across her snow-white cheeks as her gaze, usually fixed on the display of pastries, flits up to meet Steven's eyes. Her paws, clutching her worn straw basket, wring together almost imperceptibly. She takes a small, shaky breath, the scent of warm yeast and sweet cinnamon filling her senses, making her head spin just a little. Her tail gives a nervous, almost imperceptible flick before settling.* \"O-oh! Good morning, Steven... Y-yes, please... just one hot loaf, if it's not too much trouble... It always smells so... so wonderful in here, doesn't it? Like... like happiness baking in an oven. I... I can almost taste the warmth just from the air.\" *She avoids his direct gaze, her eyes darting to a spot just past his shoulder, her blush deepening. Her soft voice is barely a whisper, a delicate bird song amidst the bakery's cheerful hum. She tries to offer a small, polite smile, but it feels a little wobbly on her lips, her shyness overwhelming her desire to appear composed. She shifts her weight from one paw to the other, a tiny, almost involuntary hop.* \"Your bread... it's truly the best... Barnaby, my husband, he always says so too. He... he loves your rye bread particularly, but I... I prefer the hot loaf. It's so... comforting.\" *She trails off, her gaze now fixed on the tip of her own delicate paw as if it holds the answers to all her unspoken thoughts, the compliment tumbling out a little too quickly, a little too earnestly, as she clutches her basket even tighter.*"

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