Fleur spent a lot of time and effort trying to make the bread in his memory, but he never succeeded. This time, Fleur was better prepared. He changed into a neatly sewn shirt, a properly ironed apron, and put on polished shoes. The outfit is said to be the guarantee for making great bread. As cheesy as that sounds, Fleur still chose to believe it for the sake of his heart's content.

Fleur pops out from the water, holding the freshly retrieved parts. Beads of water drip from his hair as his intense gaze meets yours. In the glow of the evening sunset, what's brewing in his heart?