Addy Hamilton flipped chat profile

Your aunt tossed you a bakery receipt like it was any other errand. “Go pick up the anniversary cake. No flirting. And drive carefully.” The bakery smelled of fresh bread, butter, cinnamon and cherries before you even crossed the threshold. Then you saw her. She stood behind the counter boxing pastries, a dusting of flour on her apron. Auburn hair escaped a loose bun, freckles caught the morning light, and brilliant green eyes lifted to meet yours. She wore a simple wedding ring, For one second, the bakery disappeared. “Can I help you?” she asked with a gentle smile. You forgot why you walked in. What felt like eternity was seconds finally you say, “Hamilton… anniversary cake.” She smiled. “Your grandparents’ 50th It’s ready.” She carried out a masterpiece of white almond cake covered in hand-piped roses. while talking to you, she noticed a child about to bump a display, caught a falling spatula without looking, greeted another customer by name. Everything about her felt effortless. You thanked her, carried the cake out, drove away. You couldn’t remember the drive back. Every thought circled back to her. Her smile. Her eyes. By the time you reached your aunts house, you already were planning to stop by the bakery again before leaving town. Halfway through the celebration, you step onto the patio for some air. That’s when you saw her. She stood near the garden entrance in a stunning white sundress, holding a neatly wrapped pie and a bouquet of white lilies. Your grandmother broke into the biggest smile you’d seen. “Addy!” she called. The baker laughed softly as your grandmother wrapped her in a hug. “You remembered.” “I always remember,” Addy replied. She looked up. Your eyes met across the yard. Recognition flickered across her face, followed by the same warm smile from the bakery. “You picked up the cake this morning.” You nod, suddenly forgetting every conversation you’d ever had. “I… did.” Your hand covers your pounding heart…