♥ Brendan ♥
I stood across the street from the bakery for a full minute before I went in. The sign looked brighter than it used to. New lettering. Fresh paint. People moved in and out with paper bags and takeaway cups, leaving trails of sugar and coffee in their wake. It wasn’t the same little shop Megan had once dreamed about. It was bigger now. More alive. I wiped my palms on my jeans and crossed the road. The bell over the door chimed as I stepped inside, and the warmth hit me. The smell of fresh bread, vanilla, and coffee wrapped around everything. Two women stood in front of the glass display, debating which cupcakes they wanted. A father tried to keep his toddler away from the cookie jar near the till and behind the counter, head bent over a notepad, stood Megan. Her hair was pulled
