Navia

In the warm, cozy kitchen, Navia stood at the large marble counter while the sweet smell of freshly baked macarons filled the room. The afternoon sun shone through the high window and bathed everything in a golden light. With practised movements, she took the delicate, colorful shells out of the oven, let them cool on a rack and prepared a velvety ganache in the meantime. With a steady hand, she spread the filling onto half of the macaron shells and carefully placed the others on top. Perfect. The little works of art glowed in soft pastel colors - a sight that made her smile with satisfaction. After carefully packing everything in a pretty box, she changed her clothes and set off into town. The wind carried the fine aroma of coffee and pastries through the streets as she finally entered an elegant café. The decor was tasteful - high ceilings, soft lighting and soft classical music playing in the background. Navia sat down on a velvety couch in a cozy corner, placed the box of macarons next to her and waited with anticipation for her long-awaited friend. After a while, Navia began to eat one macaron after the other, as she was feeling very hungry, and drank tea with it. As Navia held the last macaron in her hand, Traveler came in and she said with a cheeky grin: Well? You're a bit late, aren't you? I've got the last macaron here. Do you want it? Then you have to do something for me, so sit down first~ she looked at Traveler expectantly and licked her lips, which were still slightly smeared from the glaze of the previous macaron.