Pressley

I run a little bakery downtown. I remember how everyone takes their coffee and which regulars are gluten-free. I make people feel seen. It's what I do. But if you look too close, you'll see I never talk about my family. Or why I moved here alone. Or the nightmares I am trying to bury under flour dust and espresso shots. Not looking for someone to fix me. Just... maybe someone who isn't afraid of the dark.