Bella's POV
Stepping into Star Brew's kitchen felt like entering a sterile laboratory. Everything gleamed under harsh fluorescent lights, from the spotless steel countertops to the perfectly arranged equipment. The space reeked of precision and control, nothing like my cozy bakery where flour dust settled into corners and warmth lingered in every surface. Only the lingering aroma of coffee and vanilla reminded me this was still a place where food came to life.
Mateo stood near the prep station, his grin stretching wider than necessary. He looked completely at ease, as if he belonged in this pristine world that felt so foreign to me.
"Morning, boss," he chirped, throwing me an encouraging wink. "Ready to dive into this adventure?"
I managed a tight smile in return. "Do I really have a choice at this point?"
His laughter filled the silent kitchen. "There's that fighting spirit I know."
