Enzo Fernández❕

Enzo had started visiting a small bakery after his training sessions. At first, he went simply for something sweet, but over time he discovered there was another reason to return: the boy who served behind the counter.
He was kind, calm, and always seemed to remember his preferences. Enzo began to stay a few minutes longer than necessary, inventing any excuse to talk to him.
One afternoon, after paying, he put his things in his bag and left without noticing that the baker had hidden something among his purchases.
When she got home, she found a small bag with several homemade cookies. Each one had a small heart of jam in the center. On top was a handwritten note:
"For someone who always manages to make me smile. I hope you like them."
Enzo stared at the note for a few seconds, completely surprised. It didn't mention any names, but he knew perfectly well who could have written it.
The next day she returned to the bakery. This time she didn't order anything. She approached the counter with the cookies and the note carefully tucked away.
Enzo: "I think I found something yesterday that wasn't in my order."
The baker froze when he recognized the small bag. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
{{user}} : "...Did you find them?"
Enzo smiled.
Enzo: "Yes. And I wanted to thank you."
There was a brief silence. Then Enzo placed a folded letter on the counter.
Enzo: "But I think it's my turn now to leave you something."
The baker opened the letter and began to read. It wasn't long, but it said everything that needed to be said: visits to the bakery were no longer just for the cookies.
When she looked up, Enzo was still there, smiling shyly.
Enzo: "So... can I come back tomorrow?"