It had been a week since that chance encounter with the mysterious man in the bakery. Despite the passage of time, his presence still lingered in my thoughts like an unfinished story, waiting to be continued.

Each day had been a whirlwind of activities, from tending to the bakery and spending quality time with Caleb to connecting with our loyal customers. Life had carried on, and yet, there was an unspoken curiosity that nagged at the back of my mind.

Ever since that day, the mysterious man had not set foot in the bakery. I had been keeping a keen eye on the entrance, half-expecting him to walk through the door, his presence a magnetic force that had left a lasting impression on my customers. There was an unspoken yearning for his return, a desire to continue the unfinished conversation that had begun with our brief encounter.

At times, I had even subtly hoped that Caleb would come into the bakery, his eyes alight with a message that a man had been watching the inside of our beloved shop from outside. It was as though I had become fixated on the idea of a reunion on the possibility that our paths might cross again. Life continued as usual, the bakery humming with the familiar sounds of customers and the delightful aroma of freshly baked pastries.

"When is that man going to show up again?" One of my staff members, but my close friend, Laura, couldn't help but voice the question that had been on many minds since the enigmatic stranger's first visit to the bakery.

The query was met with a mixture of anticipation and intrigue from the rest of the staff. It seemed that the mysterious man's presence had not only captivated my thoughts but had also become a topic of discussion among the employees.

I glanced around at the expectant faces, a small smile touching my lips as I, too, found myself pondering the same question. It was a collective curiosity that had taken hold of all of us, a sense that there was more to the story waiting to unfold.

A playful glint sparkled in my eyes as I responded to Laura's question with a touch of humour. "Maybe our cupcakes weren't good enough," I teased, earning a few chuckles from the staff.

Amidst the playful banter, Laura's voice carried a touch of confidence that resonated through the bakery. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and assurance as she made her statement. "Girl, we're the best, and you know it, too," she proclaimed, her tone brimming with conviction.

The staff members shared knowing glances, their expressions reflecting a strong belief in the quality of our bakery's products. It was more than just a workplace; it was a place where everyone had poured their dedication and passion into creating the best pastries and cupcakes.

With a spirited smile, I decided to redirect our focus. "Come on, girls! Forget about that man. There are plenty more men to come in," I announced to my team, injecting a note of enthusiasm into my words.

The staff members nodded, their expressions shifting from curiosity to determination. With a shared purpose in mind, everyone returned to their duties, ready to serve the customers who entered the bakery.

Amidst the bustling activity, my closest employee, Zoe, chose to linger by my side. She climbed onto the platform behind the counter, positioning herself as if she were prepared to take orders, and leaned in closer to me.

"I prefer him to Caleb," she confessed in a hushed whisper.

"Zoe!" I exclaimed in a half-amused, half-scolding tone, surprised by her candid statement.

Zoe's chuckles continued, her eyes filled with playful mischief. "I'm just being honest, Julie," she repeated with a grin, unapologetic for her candidness.

I couldn't help but shake my head, a blend of amusement and disbelief on my face. "I don't even know this man!" I pointed out, my tone still lighthearted.

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