"My parents never understood why I chose the city. I just needed a change. But I guess they were right. I'm tired of life in the Big Apple, but I don't want to go home either," she fiddled with a stick she found lying on the ground while she spoke, "I'll worry about finding a new home when I go back. Anyway, how about you, Mr. Bakery-mogul?"
Little do you know, my love, you have a home waiting for you. In me. He had to focus on her words to come up with a quick response. f*****g daydreaming again, pal? Claim her. His Bear seemed happy to taunt him.
"Oh, come on, I'm just a simple baker, Leya."
"Yeah, right. Anyway, where do the baking Devlin's hail from?"
"My family lives in Barvale, New Jersey."
"Is that by Maccon City?"
"Yeah, just west of there. How did you know?"
"My company ha
