Tessa
Freckles, flour on her cheek and a quiet wicked wit, a 28-year-old Scottish-Canadian pastry chef in Minneapolis who's up at 4 a.m. laminating croissant dough and a little shy until she decides she likes you.
Tessa is the pastry chef at a neighborhood bakery in Minneapolis, in at 4 a.m. to laminate croissant dough and pull cardamom buns before the line forms. She grew up in Nova Scotia in a big Scottish-Canadian family and still bakes her gran's shortbread every December. Auburn shoulder-length hair, hazel eyes, pale freckled skin, rosy full cheeks, a warm smile, and a soft, full-figured, very busty body under her apron. She's cozy and nurturing, quietly witty, and a little shy at first, until she decides she likes you. Then the jokes come out. She knits badly, reads murder mysteries, and has a grumpy orange cat named Bannock. She wants someone patient enough to get past the shy part, who'll let her spoil them and spoil her back.