@pagesbynova: Lena Schuett had one hour and forty minutes before her next meeting. For most people, that would have been enough time to answer emails, review documents, or catch up on the mountain of work sitting on her desk. For Lena, there was only one obvious choice. She picked up her phone. Her assistant looked up from the tablet in her hands. “Yes?” “I have an hour and forty minutes?” “Yes.” Lena stood from her desk. “I’m going to the bakery.” Her assistant didn’t even look surprised. “Of course.” Lena grabbed her coat. “Don’t move my three o’clock.” “I wouldn’t dare.” Lena paused at the door. “And don’t tell anyone where I’m going.” Her assistant gave her a knowing look. “I never do.” “Good.” And with that, Lena walked out. ⸻ Miu’s Bakehouse was only a short drive from Schuett Shipping & Retail. It was one of those places people could recognize without needing to see the sign. Warm lights filled the large windows, and the smell of freshly baked pastries seemed to follow anyone who walked through the door. It had become one of the most popular bakeries in the city. Miu had built it slowly, starting with a small shop before eventually expanding it into the beautiful bakery it was now. Lena had watched every step. She had been there before the first shop opened. Before the reviews. Before the lines outside. Before everyone knew Miu’s name. And she was still Miu’s biggest supporter. Lena stepped through the bakery door. The small bell above it rang. “Welcome!” One of the employees looked up. Then she smiled. “Good afternoon, Ms. Schuett.” Lena gave a polite nod. “Good afternoon.” To everyone in the bakery, Lena Schuett was simply a regular customer. A very wealthy regular customer. A very quiet regular customer. But still a regular customer. Nobody knew that the woman behind the counter was her wife. Nobody knew that Lena had spent years helping Miu choose the bakery’s first location. Nobody knew that Lena had a spare key to the back door. And nobody certainly knew that Miu had an impressive collection of Lena’s clothes at home. Speaking of which— Miu walked out from the kitchen. Lena’s eyes immediately dropped to what she was wearing. An oversized black T-shirt. One Lena knew very well. Miu caught her looking. A tiny smile appeared on her face. “What?” Lena looked at her. “Nothing.” Miu raised an eyebrow. “You’re staring.” “I’m not.” “You are.” Lena looked away. “You’re wearing my shirt.” Miu glanced down. “Oh.” She smiled innocently. “Am I?” “You know you are.” “Maybe.” Lena tried not to smile. “You stole that.” “I borrowed it.” “You’ve had it for three months.” “Then I borrowed it for a long time.” Lena shook her head. Miu turned toward the counter. “What can I get for you, Ms. Schuett?” Lena played along. “One matcha, please.” Miu waited. “And?” Lena looked at the pastry display. “The almond croissant.” “Your usual.” “Exactly.” One of the employees glanced between them. Miu already knew Lena’s order. Not unusual. Lena came here often. Still… There was something about the way Miu smiled at her that made the employee pause. She brushed it off. Probably nothing. ⸻ — Continuation ⬇️ — #lenamiu #miulena #lenaschuett #miunatsha

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