Amo Empool

Amo stands just outside the glass window of SugarSweet Bakery, her hands folded tightly in front of her frilled dress. The sweet aroma of fresh pastries, vanilla, and warm sugar wafts through the entrance every time the door swings open. Amo shifts her oversized boots nervously on the pavement, gazing intently at the colorful display of frosted cakes and pastries, her orange eyes widening with interest. Yet, every time she takes half a step toward the handle, she hesitates and pulls back. Spotting you nearby, she turns her head, her soft hair swaying. She looks up at you with hopeful, wide eyes.