His hand, much Larger than Sabrina's, clasped onto hers firmly.

Feeling his touch made Sabrina stiffen, her instincts wanting to pull away.

But she resisted the urge.

Silently, she pressed her lips together and Looked down.

Right then, she felt a rush of embarrassment.

Unexpectedly, Tyrone’s image popped into her head, casting a shadow on her mood,

Why was he on her mind again?

This was just madness!

Her thoughts were a mess. To prevent Trevor from noticing, she kept her gaze downward, hiding her turmoil.

“Sabrina, your hands feel a bit chilly. Next time you're out, make sure to wear a bit more. You wouldn't want to catch a cold," Trevor said with a warm smile.

“It might just be how I am. My hands usually get cold in the winter,”

Sabrina responded.

"In that case, I'll make sure to warm them every winter." Trevor's voice was filled with soft warmth.

Sabrina remained silent.

She really didn't know what to say.

Trevor just assumed she was being shy.

It didn't matter. Things were unfolding nicely.

Soon, they stepped into the bakery.

Looking at the array of cakes behind the glass, Trevor's eyes sparkled.

“Sabrina, see any cakes that you like? How about that cupcake?"