The evening felt different for Dave.Not heavy.Not quiet.Not haunted.Just… light.He stood outside the small restaurant, adjusting his sleeve slightly as he waited. Then he saw her. Adia walked toward him, wearing a simple dress, her hair wrapped neatly but with a few curls escaping as usual. She looked effortless—comfortable in her own skin, smiling before she even reached him.“Well,” she said playfully, “you clean up nicely.”Dave smirked. “You’re late.”“I’m fashionably on time,” she corrected.He shook his head. “Come on.”Inside, the atmosphere was warm. Soft lights. Gentle music. They sat across from each other, and for a moment— the was no past and no pain just a conversation.“So,” Adia said, leaning forward, “what made you start baking?”Most people didn’t ask that.“A dream, my passion, my calling ,” he said simply.She tilted her head. “That sounds like a deep calling .”“It is.”She smiled softly. “I’m listening.”And he told her about everything how he lost the bakery
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