Adrian stood outside the bakery the next afternoon, staring at the warm glow from the windows. He hesitated, his hand hovering near the door handle. What was he even going to say? He'd spent the entire night replaying his meeting with Bianca, feeling the weight of her words. She'd told him about Emily's threats, and it was another reminder of how much he'd hurt her by walking away.
Gathering his courage, he stepped inside.
The sweet smell of freshly baked bread and pastries greeted him, but the warmth was quickly replaced by Abby's cold glare. She was behind the counter, placing croissants on a tray, but her focus was entirely on him.
"What do you want?" she said sharply, setting the tray down with more force than necessary.
Adrian swallowed hard, feeling the tension in the air. "I'm here to see Bianca," he said.
