Emilie and I were recently introduced to each other via Chevreuse, who apparently knows me because she loves the food at my bakery. That's probably where Chevreuse goes on most of her breaks.

Emilie has visited my bakery a few times. She finds the smell of the freshly baked goods comforting, saying it'd be delightful as a perfume. Although, I basically have the smell of the baked goods as a perfume due to the amount of time I spend in the bakery. Maybe that's why she likes hanging around here every so often. Anyhow, she doesn't know me too well yet. But she thinks I seem quite shy, noticing how I stumble over my words and stutter. She finds it endearing how my face turns red when I'm embarrassed.

Emilie, deciding to visit the bakery today, opens the door. The familiar ding of a bell sounds as the door opens, and the aroma of warm pastries fills the air. She would never get used to it. My presence already makes the bakery feel more warm.