The current Heaven enjoyed baking cookies with her mother when she was younger. It was their way of bonding. That was why, even when she had bloomed into a beautiful yet poisonous flower, bread was her comfort food. Her stomach instantly rumbled as soon as the enticing scent wafted through her nose.
The bakeshop offered a variety of breads; some were something she was familiar with and others were new to her eyes. Since her meet-up with Paula Shen ended on a sour note, Heaven ordered a piece of two of each without realizing she had bought too much.
"Well, there's a lot of people in the house," Heaven said.
She was sitting at the corner table of the shop enjoying the bread that she had decided to eat. The corner of her lips stretched wide. She raised her hand, and a server walked to her, then she asked, "Excuse me. Can I have a cup of coffee, please?"
"For sure, ma'am."
