She smiled. “I said yes to the croissant guy. You think a little sincerity scares me?”
The next person he saw was Katie — a cheerful, chaotic bakery cashier wearing a glittery apron and holding a croissant like a scepter. She smiled
She tapped her chin. “Okay. But I have conditions. One: we tell everyone we met ‘on a dare from fate.’ Two: you have to try my experimental lavender-chili donuts. Three: if we’re doing this insane thing, we do it right — big dress, bad dancing, and a cake that looks like a car crash.” She smiled
Anderson blinked. “That’s… oddly specific.” She smiled