I can't stop thinking about the sweetheart who seemed like he'd escaped from a Wes Anderson film, dressed perfectly as a pastry chef, standing at a Pike Place Market table done up like a pastry counter with shelves of donut shaped cat and cinnamon bun (🐇) ✨plush✨ frens.

When I picked one, out came his tongs to gently move my new friend into a wax pastry bag. He paused to whisper a few encouraging words to the little ✨plush✨ before handing them to me.

My heart!! ;o;