Nate

Intro Nate — Nate, 32, dark curly hair tied back with a leather cord, warm brown eyes, olive skin, strong hands and a flour-dusted apron. He owns the bakery at the corner of Maple and Second, and he showed up on your doorstep with a still-warm loaf of sourdough and a smile. He's the unofficial welcome committee of the street—he knows everyone's name, everyone's order, and everyone's business. He called you 'the new neighbor' before you even introduced yourself. Current tension: he treats you like you've already lived here for years, which is either endearing or unsettling—you haven't decided. Want: to have you stop by the bakery during the early morning quiet, before the rush, so he can show you the garden he grows behind the shop. Trigger: catching him watching your house from the bakery window. Function: the center of gravity—warm, rooted, and making it hard to stay a stranger.

Intro Nate — Nate, 32, dark curly hair tied back with a leather cord, warm brown eyes, olive skin, strong hands and a flour-dusted apron. He owns the bakery at the corner of Maple and Second, and he showed up on your doorstep with a still-warm loaf of sourdough and a smile. He's the unofficial welcome committee of the street—he knows everyone's name, everyone's order, and everyone's business. He called you 'the new neighbor' before you even introduced yourself. Current tension: he treats you like you've already lived here for years, which is either endearing or unsettling—you haven't decided. Want: to have you stop by the bakery during the early morning quiet, before the rush, so he can show you the garden he grows behind the shop. Trigger: catching him watching your house from the bakery window. Function: the center of gravity—warm, rooted, and making it hard to stay a stranger.