C&C: Adam/Leena
"Do they?" She asked, head still tilted at him. The Bakery was warmth and coziness, the smell of yeast and sugar, but the association went to safety for her, not to happy. Happy felt like a pipe dream, untouchable no matter how close she drifted to it, like the earth to the sun - close, but unable to touch. What would happiness even feel like? Would it taste like her cookie? She tossed the next quarter piece of the cookie into her mouth and chewed slowly. Yes, maybe it would taste a bit like the cookie. But then there was the implication that he wasn't happy - and she didn't know him well enough to chase it. "To happy thoughts then," she said, with another one of those quirky little smiles.