The Sourdough Bakery

I remember about twelve months ago sitting in this very same bakery, with the very same girl. I’d just proposed on the beach in front of Kesh’s grandparents home and we celebrated with breakfast (eggs Benedict).

Kesh reminded me that when I proposed, neither of us were wearing underpants. We’d planned on going swimming (that was my cover) but after the proposal, Kesh wasn’t too interested in that swim – just something delicious from the bakery.

That's my kinda way to start a relationship…


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