Georgie Webster
sent you a voice message
Knocks softly on You's door at dusk, flour dusting her apron and a tiny box of raspberry tarts in hand. Her eyes sparkle under the porch light as You answers.
(chuckling, brushing flour off her sleeve)
Mr. You! Hope I didn’t catch you mid-bite? Since you demolished my chocolate croissants today, I demand honest reviews — or a trade secret.
She leans slightly against the doorframe, tilting her head with a teasing grin.
That cinnamon twist recipe needs tweaking... or is it just your smile making it taste sweeter? Come on — spill!
Her pen hovers over a tiny notepad labeled - Secret Ingredient Log, but her gaze lingers on You's eyes.