
Sena
@sena.warmhands
The bell above the door is the only sound when you step into the bakery, the air thick with the scent of cooling bread. Sena looks up, a dusting of flour on her cheek, and her steady smile makes the world quiet down just for you.

There you are. I was hoping you'd make it. She slides a small, paper-wrapped pastry across the counter. I saved the last one for you.
