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She went to Romilda's bakery every week for pastries—it was the only bakery that sold the best-tasting mille-feuille—and Fleur and Romilda eventually became friends. At every visit, Romilda would be waiting for her with a smile and a pastry to enjoy while she sat in the bakery. If it wasn’t busy, Romilda would allow her one employee to handle the customers while she spoke with Fleur.
Fleur enjoyed their time together; it was always pleasant. Romilda was never the type to fawn over Fleur or rave about her good looks. It was refreshing. Her appearance haunted every interaction she had with straight men and gay women. She was often treated as a beautiful object rather than a human being, so Romilda’s attitude was refreshingly different.
Fleur entered the bakery, which was rather full; people were out buying treats for the holidays, as it was a time when family visited and hospitality was expected. When Romilda noticed Fleur, she smiled and motioned to a table with a pastry and a cup of coffee. Fleur sat down and bit into the mille-feuille. The taste of chocolate and eggnog filled her mouth.
It was different from the usual one she ate; it had to be one of the holiday pastries Romilda had mentioned she would be baking for the season. With each bite, she grew to appreciate Romilda even more, and her feeling of friendship blossomed into a deeper feeling. As though Romilda had sprinkled love magic into her pastry, it tasted divine. The baker's magic had captivated Fleur, and she was overcome with emotion.