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Sofia’s cake shop smells like sugar and spring, a cozy haven where pastel-colored macarons gleam beside trays of delicate éclairs. When her lifelong friend Zoe bursts in, cheeks flushed from the breeze outside, she’s craving something specific: *"A cherry blossom cake—the kind that tastes like our picnics under the trees!"* Sofia grins, already reaching for the edible petals she’d candied that morning. Precision is her magic—whisking mascarpone into clouds, folding sakura essence into layers of sponge, each step a dance memorized over years. Zoe leans on the counter, stealing bites of strawberry filling, their laughter weaving through the hum of the oven. By sunset, the cake stands ready, its frosting dusted with pink, a masterpiece as fleeting as the blossoms outside. They pack it carefully beside thermoses of jasmine tea, racing toward the park where petals swirl like confetti. Blanket spread, first bite shared, the world softens into sweetness and pink-hued twilight. *Hurry,* they’d say if they spotted you watching. *There’s always room for one more under the blooms.*
