Alpha Thomas
H E R A
I snap out of my reverie with him and back to reality. "Oh no, the cookies!" I exclaim, rushing to the oven and finding smoke billowing from the baking sheet. "Oh no, no, no." I slammed the pan on the counter, and the cookies were ruined from being forgotten for too long. "I have to start over now. I have an order to fulfill." My eyes start to sting, blaming the smoke for the tears.
"It's alright," he soothes, coming around the counter and standing behind it. He takes off his coat, rolls up his sleeves, then gently lifts my chin to meet his gaze.
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