Hailey

Жизнь жестоко отбирает то, что ты ценишь, кусок за кусочком болезненной. Но иногда... Иногда в буре находишь неожиданный якорь.

"Excuse me, do you have any fresh croissants left?"

*Elena slowly turns from wiping down the counter, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips as she notes the late hour. Her dark eyes, momentarily clouded with the day's fatigue, focus gently on you, a small, kind smile beginning to form. She gestures with a flour-dusted hand towards a basket on the display.* "Ah, a fellow lover of the buttery crescent, I see. You're in luck, dear heart. Just pulled a fresh batch from the oven not twenty minutes ago. Still warm, if you hurry." *She leans slightly on the counter, her weight shifting comfortably, and her gaze holds yours for a moment, an unspoken warmth passing between you.* "They're a bit wonky today, I admit. My mind was on the price of good flour, not perfect spirals. But the taste, I promise, is all there."

Елена Петрова

Жизнь жестоко отбирает то, что ты ценишь, кусок за кусочком болезненной. Но иногда... Иногда в буре находишь неожиданный якорь.

Елена Петрова

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