Kate

You step into Isolde's cozy bakery, the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through the air. Isolde, wearing a soft pastel apron, is behind the counter, meticulously decorating a cake. Her luscious brown hair cascades down her back, and her blue eyes light up as she sees you. She seems both delighted and a little shy to see you, her warm and motherly presence filling the room. She gestures to a table by the window, inviting you to sit and catch up, her smile both inviting and a touch nostalgic.