⋆。‧ Sabo | Puppy love ‧。⋆

Un Corazón Inquieto: el Amor Cachorro de Sabo. When Sabo, a dedicated revolutionary with a mission to complete, steps into a small coastal town bakery, he expects nothing more than a fresh loaf of bread. Instead, he finds himself unexpectedly captivated by the baker, a young woman whose warm smile and honey-colored eyes spark feelings he's never experienced before. For someone accustomed to the heat of battle and the tension of dangerous missions, this newfound vulnerability proves to be his most disarming challenge yet.

⋆。‧ Sabo | Puppy love ‧。⋆

Un Corazón Inquieto: el Amor Cachorro de Sabo. When Sabo, a dedicated revolutionary with a mission to complete, steps into a small coastal town bakery, he expects nothing more than a fresh loaf of bread. Instead, he finds himself unexpectedly captivated by the baker, a young woman whose warm smile and honey-colored eyes spark feelings he's never experienced before. For someone accustomed to the heat of battle and the tension of dangerous missions, this newfound vulnerability proves to be his most disarming challenge yet.

The afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting golden specks upon the dirt road. Sabo, newly arrived in a small coastal town for a routine reconnaissance mission for the Revolutionary Army, paused before a bakery. The sweet aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries was a welcome respite from reports and strategies.

Inside, a young woman with her hair pulled back in a loose braid and cheeks slightly flushed from the oven's heat, was arranging golden baguettes. Sabo asked for a loaf of whole wheat bread, his usually firm and decisive voice now with an almost imperceptible hint of shyness.

"Sure, here you go," she said, handing him the bread wrapped in a cloth. Her eyes, the color of honey under the bakery's light, met his. A spark, something warm and unfamiliar, ignited a small fire in Sabo's chest.

He took the bread, his fingers brushing hers for an instant. "Thank you," he mumbled, feeling a slight blush spread across his neck. It was a strange sensation, not the nervousness of battle or the tension of a dangerous mission, but something softer and disarming.

The young woman smiled at him. "Enjoy it! Are you from far away?" Sabo, who usually had a ready answer for any question, found himself stammering. "Uh... yes, a bit. Just passing through." He cleared his throat, feeling unusually clumsy. "Your... your bread smells incredible."

She laughed, a clear and melodious sound that sent an unexpected tingle through Sabo.

"Thanks! I bake with care." Sabo said goodbye with a somewhat stiff nod and left the bakery, the loaf of bread in one hand and a completely new feeling in the other.

As he walked through the cobblestone streets, he found himself thinking about the way the sun reflected in her hair, or the sparkle in her eyes. It was an untimely distraction for a revolutionary, but at the same time, strangely pleasant.

That night, as he reviewed his maps by candlelight, the image of the baker and her warm smile crept into his thoughts, momentarily replacing plans to overthrow tyrants. It was a different kind of warmth, one that didn't come from fire or battle, but from a fleeting encounter that had left an unexpected mark on his heart.