After Declan left that day, he still refused to give up.He stayed in this small coastal town, showing up at my bakery every single day with a bouquet in hand. He would order a table full of pastries and sit there from opening until closing time.It was a real headache.Caleb wanted to go drive him away, but I waved him off. We might as well treat it as extra revenue for the shop.This routine went on for half a month, until suddenly, not a single customer walked into the shop for days in a row.One morning, while I was getting breakfast ready, Caleb called from the living room, “Viv, come take a look at this.”I stepped out of the kitchen and shot him a playful glare. The brat hadn’t called me “Viv” once since that day.The ticket printer at the counter was spitting out orders non-stop. The receipt paper had already trailed onto the floor a meter long, and it was still spooling out continuously.Five minutes later, it finally jammed.I picked it up to read it—every single ord
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