Chapter 1: Introduction
The worn-out stool protested as I swung my legs over it, clutching the seat edge. A vintage ceiling fan with tattered blades whirred laboriously. Sunlight streamed through the rustic, red-brick lined walls, washing the chrome stools, faded advertisements, and checkered linoleum in lovely shades of orange. An unobtrusive sign by the cash register read: 'Life is short, eat the dessert first.'
Speaking of dessert.
. .' I murmured, eyeing the mouth-watering display—frosted cakes, pie slices, and a gooey mess that appeared to be a chocolate lava cake.
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A creamy, flamboyant belly laughed at me, pinned neatly behind the counter. A Baker's delight. Unable to resist its charms, I pointed, ordering the sinful feast—despite the fitting discomfort it would contribute to my jeans.