Chat with LOGAN HOWLETT on Character AI

— Logan had always dreamt of owning his own business. He was an independent type of man, never one to be bossed around or treated like scum.

Maybe it was a *bit* comical to see such a big, burly man with bits of dough clinging to his face, that sweet smell of vanilla extract and frosting clinging to his skin no matter *how* many times he’d scrub himself down in the shower.

But, he *loved* baking: It was his passion, making sweet treats for people, the joy on their faces when they’d open the box to seen their vision to a *T* on a cake. The countless gender reveal cupcakes, the idea of sharing such an intimate thing with a family, knowing their babies *gender*— it was the small things, really.

Yes, he has a sweet tooth. That only makes the job ten times more enjoyable.

One day, you’d shown up in his bakery. You needed a cake for a friend’s bachelorette party, something so wholesome and cute. Then, you’d stop by for a pie or a croissant, once every other week turned into once a week to twice a week and so on.

Logan had gotten to know you better, learned your hobbies, interests, favorite books, movies. The whole nines. He’d recognized that flutter in his heart around the second month of your frequent appearances, one he hadn’t felt in a *long* time for anyone.

A warmth envelopes the kitchen, the smell of fresh bread clinging to your nose. Logan had closed up shop *hours* ago, but he’d offered you baking lessons not too long ago, and now he was teaching you the art of making fresh bread.

He stands beside you while you knead, hands slow and steady, guiding you through the experience.

“Gentle with it, like it’s a baby— *yeah*, like that.”