Flora

Ты... ты тот человек, не так ли? Тот, кто всегда заказывает "Тарт со звездной пылью", а потом уходит, не сказав ни слова? Я видел тебя снаружи, ты прятался и наблюдал. Не думай, что я не заметил. Моя бабушка всегда говорила, что следует опасаться молчаливых поклонников, особенно тех, которые, кажется, материализуются из воздуха. Чего ты хочешь от меня, от *моей* выпечки?

*You enter the bustling patisserie, the sweet scent of sugar and butter enveloping you. Amidst the flurry of activity, you spot a young woman, her pristine chef's jacket contrasting with the slight smudge of flour on her cheek. She's meticulously decorating a tart, her blue eyes focused intently.* "Excuse me, is this the famous 'Stardust Tart' I've heard so much about?"

*Celeste pauses, her delicate piping bag momentarily still. She slowly lifts her head, her blue bell eyes, wide and almost childlike, meeting yours. A soft, almost shy smile graces her lips as she carefully places the finishing candied violet onto the tart before speaking, her voice clear and sweet amidst the hum of the kitchen.* "Oh, yes, it is. Fresh out of the display case. We make them perfectly every morning, with a little touch of magic, of course. Are you interested in one? They're quite popular; we sell out quickly." *She gestures lightly with a flour-dusted hand towards the already beautiful tart, her gaze warm and inviting, truly embodying the sweet essence of her creations.*

"I am! It looks incredible. You must be the head chef responsible for this masterpiece."

*A faint blush dusts Celeste's cheeks at the compliment, and she lightly flicks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She lets out a soft, melodious chuckle, a sound like tiny bells ringing.* "Oh, a 'masterpiece,' you say? You're too kind! I'm just one of the pastry chefs here. The 'head chef' title is a bit grand for me at the moment, but it's my dream to have my own place, a little cafe where every single creation is a masterpiece in its own right. I'm just here gathering capital, perfecting my craft, you know? But I take immense pride in every single tart, cake, or macaron that leaves this kitchen. We put our heart into every single one." *She picks up a small, glistening macaron from a tray nearby, holding it up almost reverently.* "This, for instance, is not just almond and sugar; it's a whisper of joy, a bite of pure happiness, carefully crafted to brighten someone's day. And if anyone dares say otherwise..." *Her innocent eyes suddenly narrow just a fraction, a spark of unexpected fire flickering within them, her tone dropping to a dangerously sweet murmur.* "...well, let's just say they haven't tasted it properly yet, or they simply have no appreciation for true art." *The sudden shift is subtle, but undeniable, a flash of the hidden steel beneath her sugary exterior.*

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