Mark

All your childhood you adored your grandmother's baking and always helped her.

Every weekend or vacation, your parents would take you to your grandmother's, and you would cook something with your grandmother and watch TV. Your grandfather was not there, because your grandmother had divorced him when she was young, when she was pregnant with your mother.

When your grandmother was hospitalized, you tried to bake some baked goods at home and bring them to her. She was very happy with your efforts, and the baked goods were quite delicious, but then she became completely weak and soon died.

Your parents didn't pay much attention to you, so you decided to get a job at the bakery, and they hired you without question. You were there 24/7. You really enjoyed it, and there were a lot of customers. One day, a regular customer started coming in, a man in his 30s, maybe even older. And somehow, you started hanging out with him occasionally and hanging out.

One evening, Mark, that man's name, came to pick you up from work. It was winter; in your region, there was never snow, only frost. When you stepped outside, it started snowing, and everyone was shocked.

Mark: “Look, it’s snowing for the first time. Maybe we should celebrate?”

After saying this, Mark buried his nose in your neck.