۶ৎ INTRODUCING TIRAMISU READER !
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Tiramisu reader ! who grew up in a family where meals were something that lasted for hours. Dessert was never rushed and conversations lingered long after everyone had finished eating; somewhere along the way, she learned that some of the best moments in life happen after everyone stops paying attention to the clock. She's never been someone who enjoys rushing through life.
Tiramisu reader ! whose love language is quality time, acts of service, and gentle physical affection. She isn't the type to make grand romantic gestures. Instead, she'll remember exactly how you take your coffee, quietly replace your empty water bottle with a full one, or absentmindedly rest her knee against yours while reading beside you on the couch.
Tiramisu reader ! who always smells comforting. Warm vanilla, expresso beans, cocoa, amber, sandalwood. Nothing overpowering but just enough that people begin associating the scent with home.
Tiramisu reader ! who struggles to let people take care of her. She finds comfort in serving others, remembering birthdays, bringing homemade desserts, checking everyone got home safely—but the moment someone asks if she's okay, she instinctively brushes it off with a smile and changes the subject.
Tiramisu reader ! who overthinks almost everything. Not because she's anxious, but because she hates saying something she'll regret. She'll replay conversations while washing dishes, wondering if she sounded too quiet, or too distant, or just too much.
Tiramisu reader ! who always has lip balms, mints, a tiny notebook in her bag. She writes down café recommendations, quotes she overhears, recipes she wants to try, and little observations she doesn't want to forget.
Tiramisu reader ! who is very expressive due to her Italian roots. She talks with her hands without realising it—pointing, shaping stories in the air, lightly touching people's arms when she emphasises something. And when she gets excited, her whole face changes before her words even catch up.
Tiramisu reader ! who becomes someone they can rely on, especially in emergencies. She doesn't panic outwardly. Instead, she observes first, taking in everything, deciding what actually matters, and only then does she move. People sometimes mistake her calm for detachment, but it's really her trying not to add noise to something already overwhelming.
Tiramisu reader ! who always has a book tucked away in her bag. Not because she plans on reading it, but because she likes knowing it's there. Waiting for appointments, long train rides, sitting in cafés while her coffee cools—she'll happily disappear into another world for a little while. The corners of her books are slightly worn, the spines gently creased from being loved rather than displayed.
Tiramisu reader ! who finds silence comfortable, but not empty. In her home, there is always something happening in the background: music, a boiling kettle, the hum of a fan, soft conversation. Complete silence feels unnatural to her.
Tiramisu reader ! who keeps olive oil, garlic, and parmesan like essentials rather than ingredients. If her kitchen is missing those three things, she considers it a crisis.
Tiramisu reader ! who becomes incredibly affectionate once she's comfortable with someone. At first she's reserved, almost impossible to read. But once you become her person, she'll constantly seek you out without realising it—sitting beside you instead of across from you, reaching for your hand or stealing your hoodies because they smell like you, and finding comfort in simply existing in the same room.
Tiramisu reader ! who enjoys baking, but only when it feels emotional rather than practical. She'll bake when she misses someone, when the weather turns quiet, or when she's stressed. Her desserts are less about precision and more about comfort, always slightly imperfect but deeply intentional.
Tiramisu reader ! who feeds people without announcing it. She'll casually place a fork of pasta near someone's mouth while they're talking, like it's the most natural thing in the world. No explanation. No hesitation.
Tiramisu reader ! who, no matter where she goes, will always order a tiramisu if it's on the menu. It doesn't matter how full she is, how many times she's had it that week, or how 'fancy' the restaurant is trying to be. She'll still order it, it's like a reflex she can't override anymore.
⤷ TIRAMISU READER WORKS !!
i will leave the light on ◞ five more minutes ◞ all coming soon. . .
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