As I mixed and measured the ingredients for my customers’ Christmas cookies, my mind wandered to Miller. My bakery shop was filled with the sweet scent of sugar and spices, but my thoughts were clouded by Miller's voice.
I couldn't help but smile as I remembered our hours-long phone conversation last night. And how our conversation flowed effortlessly, like we'd been friends forever.
Customer's orders poured in, people eager to gift their loved ones freshly baked treats on Boxing Day. But my hands were occupied with baking just as my heart was occupied with Miller. My body was present, but I was lost in the warmth of Miller's voice, the way he laughed through the phone, and the ease with which we connected.
"Mike wants more sugar in his doughnuts!" Vani, my colleague called out, breaki
