Leon and Liv arrived in front of the pastry shop situated at the corner of the capital's bustling central district, an area people called the heart of the city. Even from inside the car, the place radiated warmth and life.
Soft lights glowed through the glass windows, and the sweet scent of freshly baked pastries drifted through the air. The line stretched far across the block, filled with laughing couples, chatting families, and eager customers waiting patiently for their turn.
It was the kind of atmosphere Liv had missed for a long time.
"See that, Liv?" Leon said, tilting his head toward the crowd. "It's always packed. Without a reservation, it's nearly impossible to get a seat."
Liv turned to him with a slow, playful smile. "But isn't my brother supposed to be amazing? Shouldn't someone as great as you be able to get me at least one seat?"
