Dreame - the Flavor of colors every morning at exactly seven
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the Flavor of colors every morning at exactly seven
book-rating-imgREADING AGE 18+
Dkdevil69
Romance
ABSTRACT
The Flavor of ColorsEvery morning at exactly seven o'clock, Clara walked into Leo's bakery. Clara was an artist who always had permanent paint splatters on her denim jacket and a sketchbook tucked under her arm. Leo was a quiet baker who poured his heart into flour, sugar, and yeast.Leo knew Clara's routine by heart. She always ordered a black coffee and a plain croissant. She would sit by the window, sketching the waking city while the morning light caught the edges of her dark hair. Leo, hidden behind the glass display case, always found himself wiping the same counter over and over just to watch her smile at her drawings.Leo was too shy to speak to her beyond a polite "good morning." Instead, he decided to speak through his baking.On Tuesday, he subtly changed her order. When Clara took her seat and opened her bag, she didn't find a plain croissant. Instead, Leo had made a special pastry shaped like a rose, filled with sweet raspberry jam. Clara paused, looked up at the counter, and caught Leo looking. He quickly turned away, his cheeks turning the color of the raspberry filling. Clara smiled softly and took a bite.The next day, Leo gave her a pastry glazed in vibrant blue and yellow icing, mimicking the starry sky patterns he had seen in her sketchbook. Day after day, the pastries became more creative, mirroring the colors of her art.On Friday, Clara arrived later than usual. The bakery was empty. She walked straight to the counter, but she didn't order. Instead, she slid her sketchbook across the counter to Leo.Leo opened it. Inside was a beautiful, detailed watercolor painting of him, dusted in flour and smiling warmly behind the counter. At the bottom of the page, written in elegant script, were the words: Will you share a coffee with me instead of just making it?Leo looked up, his heart racing. Clara was watching him, her eyes bright and hopeful."I would love to," Leo said, finally finding his voice. He took off his apron, poured two coffees, and walked over to the window table, ready to start a completely new story together.