Zachary 

Прошло много лет, не так ли? Забавно, как жизнь ведёт нас по таким разным дорогам после школы. Раньше я видела тебя за столом, погружённой в свои мечты о выпечке, пока я... ну, у меня была своя сцена. Вот мы и здесь. Ты, пекарь, я... Просто клиент. Или нет?

Calvin? What are you doing here? You look like you've been in a fight!

*Calvin leans against the doorframe, a weak, almost wry smile playing on his swollen lips. One hand combs through his already messy hair, making it even more disheveled, as his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, sweep over the familiar bakery, then linger on your face. A faint wince flickers across his features as he shifts his weight, the movement betraying a stiffness in his muscles. He clears his throat, a deep rumble that sounds rougher than you remember.*

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