#( ela | ft. agnes. )

[elaersoy]

WITH: Agnes Lindqvist ( @swedethings )

LOCATION: Agnes' place

"Apologies for being late," Ela expressed while removing her coat. She had spent the entire afternoon running errands and lost track of time. Upon catching sight of Gunnar, her eyes widened with delight; babysitting him was one of her cherished activities. "Who's this handsome young fellow? It seems he becomes even more charming every time I see him." Ela approached, gently pinching one of Gunnar's cheeks and planting a tender kiss on it. The sweet aroma of baby powder filled the air, accompanied by the soothing sound of soft cooing, which brought a radiant smile to Ela's face. With the smile still adorning her features, Ela turned to Agnes. "How have you been? It feels like ages since we last talked. How are things going at the store?"

[ignaciolacroixrpg]

Nombre: Ignacio Lacroix. Edad: 26.

Género: Hombre. Orientación: Heterosexual.

Lugar de nacimiento: Londres, Inglaterra.

Fecha de nacimiento: 18/04/1994.

Lugar de residencia: Nueva York, EE.UU.

Estado civil: Casado con Teresa Agnes.

▌│█║▌║▌║ 1994 ║▌║▌║█│▌

🔸𝑆𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑜 𝑧𝑜𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑙: Aries.

𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔞:

⟶ 𝑃𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒: Noah Lacroix (Estado: Vivo)

⟶ 𝑀𝑎𝑑𝑟𝑒: Elena Lacroix (Estado: Viva)

⟶ 𝐻𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑠:

—Georgia Lacroix (Estado: Viva | Menor)

—Alena Lacroix (Estado: Viva | Menor)

—Ela Lacroix (Estado: Viva | Menor)

𝔄𝔪𝔦𝔤𝔬𝔰 𝔶 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰:

⟶ 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑗𝑎𝑠:

—Kate D'Angelo (2008 – 2011) ✞

—Teresa D. Agnes (2020 – Actualidad)

“Tʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ sᴏ ϙᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɪs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ, ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴏᴡ ғᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ.”

𝐴𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑎 𝑓𝑖́𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎:

🔸Altura: 5' 90" Ft (180 cm)

🔸Peso: 160 Lbs (73 kg)

🔸Color ojos: Café.

🔸Forma ojos: Almendrados.

🔸Pelo: Corte de pelo más corto a los lados y dejando un jopo arriba.

🔸Color pelo: Rubio Oscuro.

🔸Cuerpo: Cuerpo de contextura mesomorfa delgado y tonificado.

🔸Color de piel: Tez blanca.

🔸Marcas: Una cicatriz en el lado izquierdo de su abdomen, una cicatriz en el ojo izquierdo casi imperceptible, y una cicatriz en la espalda.

🔸Accesorios semi/permanentes: Varios tatuajes al rededor de todo el cuerpo.

+𝐸𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠: Tiene anemia hemolítica controlada.

𝑃𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑖𝑙 𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜́𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑜:

Para quienes no lo conocen, puede parecer un tipo serio y poco amigable, pues en las zonas que no son de su confort, suele comportarse de manera tranquila y silenciosa, procurando mantener el sentido de la audición a todo su potencial, para así leer a la gente y el ambiente que le rodea.

Una vez que le vas conociendo, suele ser un joven bastante tranquilo y amigable. Un fiel amigo y pareja. Es alguien con bastante energía y sumamente ingenioso, con quién siempre tendrás un panorama o algo que hacer, aunque cuidado muchos lo han categorizado de excéntrico por sus ideas "locas".

Empático con quiénes quiere, aunque no puede evitar ser ácido con sus comentarios cuando algo no le parece, pues tiene un criterio bastante rígido el cual se basa en su habilidad de ser culto.

Por otro lado, para quien se inmiscuye en la travesía de conocerle este puede resultar divertido, agradable y tranquilo, pues de ninguna manera se podría pensar que este fuera un hombre bastante calculador y frívolo. Cuenta con el don de expresarse adecuadamente y estructurar buenas ideas, lo cual lo ha llevado a cerrar varios tratos de negocios en corto tiempo.

Dicha capacidad verbal puede combinarse con su atractivo físico y alto nivel de conocimiento, pues el haber crecido rodeado de este último gracias a sus padres, lo hacía notar culto y este es el atractivo perfecto para atraer a quienes busca sacarle beneficio. Un manipulador innato.

La vida de Ignacio quedó marcada por una infancia bastante complicada, lo que ha llevado a este a meterse en varias acciones delictuales y al temprano consumo de las drogas y el alcohol.

Quienes ya se han ganado un espacio en la vida del caraño, logran sacar la faceta más carismático y demente del mismo. En su sentimiento de lealtad al otro, es capaz de hasta matar si lo encontrara necesario para salvar a alguien que estima.

Con sus cercanos, puedes encontrar en él, una personalidad completamente aislada a la cual ha tenido que construir para la sobrevivencia de su vida, aquella que nuestra un lado completamente empático, tierno, protector y sumamente entregado a quienes realmente son importantes para él.

A pesar de esta parte carismática de Ignacio, y detrás de su caparazón de "todo está bien", existe un ser rencoroso de las violencias de su infancia, cargado de rabia y rencor con quiénes asesinaron a su ex novia, quien jamás aprendió a controlar sus emociones haciendo que estas mismas se extrapolen. Hundido en las drogas y el alcohol, consumido en sus problemas de impulsividad e ira, y su indudable inestabilidad emocional. Obsesivo por el control y terco ante quien le lleve la contraria. Manipulador selectivo y ambicioso, lo que lo lleva a conocer gente solo para su beneficio. Obsesivo compulsivos y frustrado antes su propia tendencia a la autodestrucción.

Rasgos que más de alguna vez lo llevaron a tomar malas decisiones, incluso decisiones que aún le persiguen. Por lo cual día a día continente su lucha interna entre romper su ciclo destructivo o seguir cediendo ante los demonios de su mente, haciéndose de si mismo una gran contradicción.

𝘋𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘰 (𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘢́𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘴𝘰 𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘰).

𝘈𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘰 (𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘢ñ𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳, 𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦).

E𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪ó𝘯 (𝘈𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰 𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘰).

A𝘭𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘢 (𝘏á𝘣𝘪𝘭, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘷𝘰, 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘥𝘰 𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦).

Esta personalidad tan característica lo llevan a ser alguien que genera amor y odio a la vez, ya que puede ser muy querido, pero su naturaleza auto-destructiva hace que finalmente comience a desagradarles a las personas a lo largo del tiempo.

𝑨𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔:

• Todo lo relacionado a la cocina, la cafetería y los tragos. Le encanta cocinar y es un buen barman y barista.

• • Las conversaciones extensas y de contenido; como cultura, sociedad y política.

• La música, tanto escucharla como hacerla.

• • Los animales, como su gato y perro.

• Las drogas.

• • La adrenalina.

𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒔:

✓ La música.

✓ Los negocios.

✓ La cocina y la coctelería.

𝑫𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔:

× Su problema de control de emociones.

× Sus amistades.

× Su terquedad.

𝑭𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂𝒔/𝑴𝒊𝒆𝒅𝒐:

•Tripofobia.

𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔:

• No tiene olfato.

“𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑐𝒉𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑤𝒉𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑡𝒉.”

Nacido y crecido en Londres, Inglaterra, el mayor de los hijos del matrimonio de dos masones de alto rango y politicos altamente reconocidos, lo que lo llevó vivir experiencias traumáticas desde muy pequeño al presenciar diversas acciones desde la organización de sus padres, como estafas, corrupciones y asesinatos, lo que dejó marcado de por vida a Ignacio.

A su corta edad de 5 años y marcada por varios errores de sus padres, es que estos deciden dejar atrás su vida en Inglaterra, arrancando a una nueva vida a Nueva York, borrando todo el pasado de sus padres y haciendo que estos comiencen una vida política empresarial en aquel nuevo país.

Ante la indiferencia de sus padres por un responsable cuidado por prestarle más atención a sus negocios, en cuanto él fue llegando a la adolescencia comenzaron a demostrar los frutos de una infancia violenta a través de peleas a golpes con sus compañeros de curso, escaparse de casa múltiples veces e incluso teniendo varios problemas con la policía. A su corta edad de 12 años Ignacio conoció a una joven muchacha de la cual quedó obsesionado, y desde ahí comienzan una larga historia de acciones delictuales por parte de ambos, dónde ella le muestra la otra cara de la vida, haciendo que este coicidiera con aquella vida que traía narcotráfico y manejo de armas, haciendo que este comenzará a mirar el mundo de otra forma adentrándose a una vida la cual había querido ignorar.

Fue entonces cuando ya teniendo los 14, Ignacio y su novia, escapan de casa sin antes robarle cada uno a sus padres lo necesario para irse y no volver más. Es cuando se mudan a Nueva Orleans en busca de la famosa vida de la bohemia, las drogas y el alcohol. Hasta que a sus 16 años, entre viajes y locuras que compartían, una noche de fiesta, junto a su novia y su mejor amigo, en casa que compartía con su novia, irrumpieron violentamente unos asesinos a sueldo enemigos de su padre con la única intención de matarlo, en donde en un enredo de en balas, termina con su mejor amigo y novia muertos. Con la rabia y tristeza, el rubio logra escapar y así comunicarse con su padre para comunicarle la notica, quien le ofrece a Ignacio volver a casa y buscar venganza, a lo cual el acepta sin dudar.

Teniendo su vida en juego y habiendo perdido a sus personas más importantes, arranca nuevamente a Nueva York en donde, hundido en su depresión fue dónde descubre su pasión por la música ante su depresión por la perdida de su novia. Con tan solo 17 años, lanza su primer disco el cual lo lleva a tocar en diversos bares de la ciudad, conociendo poco a poco el mundo de la música mezclada y los Djs.

Al cumplir los 18, su padre buscando la manera de ir reparando su fallida relación familiar, lo induce en el negocio familiar empresarial, regalandole así un bar el cual Ignacio podría administrar completamente. Así poco a poco fue reencontrándose con aquellas heridas familiares que su infancia le habían dejado, haciendo de su vida una constante lucha contra el rencor hacia sus padres paralelo al duelo de la perdida de sus dos seres más queridos. Fue cuando a sus 20 años, decide meterse a la universidad a estudiar leyes, para así entender un poco más el mundo de sus padres.

Así fue como poco a poco se fue induciendo en el mundo político, dónde poco a poco fue formando su carrera empresarial-politica, lo que lo llevó a que por cosas del destino lograra encontrar a quienes habían asesinado a su mejor amigo y su novia. ¿Será este el inicio de su venganza?

ᎪႮᎠᎬΝͲᏆՏ ҒϴᎡͲႮΝᎪ ᏆႮᏙᎪͲ

𝑼𝒏𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒔 𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒔.

𝑼𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂 𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒅𝒆 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂, 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒐𝒔, 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒂𝒔 𝒚 𝒂𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒉𝒐𝒍.

𝑼𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒔.

𝑼𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒐.

𝑫𝒐𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒔.

𝑼𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆.

𝑼𝒏𝒂 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒂.

¿𝘠 𝘵ú? ¿𝘌𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳í𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰/𝘢 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘶 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢?

Rol en 3ra persona.

Extensión de medio a largo.

Relatos en primera y tercera persona.

Lo AU/Universos Alternativos están permitidos, y cualquier otra idea de trama es bienvenida.

Antes de rol o trama, prefiero la organización y planificación de la misma previamente por privado.

Se prefiere el rol por mensaje, pero el rol por muro es bienvenido con organización previa.

Se permite el drama sólo de manera onrol.

No tengo problema con el compartir de usuario a usuario mientras se comprendan los límites de tal y no se mezclen con los personajes o la trama de estos mismos.

Uso dos F.C pero esto no afecta en la dinámica ni apariencia del personaje ya que son similares.

No se aceptan dramas off rol.

[elaersoy]

Ela's eyes lit up when Agnes mentioned she familiar with baklava. It was a small gesture, but one that somehow made her feel closer to home. "Then if you want maybe we can prepare it together," she suggested with a beaming smile. "I have to admit I'm not greatest at the kitchen, so I could use some help." It was not often that she could bond with someone over her culture, so the prospect of it excited her.

When Agnes returned with snacks and water, Ela looked up and returned the smile. Ela couldn't help but admire the mother-son bond that was evident in the way Agnes interacted with Gunnar. The little boy seemed so happy and at ease with his mother. It was the kind of bond she would have liked to have had with her mother.

"Oh, the zoo sounds like fun! I'm sure Gunnar had a great time there," Ela replied warmly, feeling glad that Agnes was willing to share these little details with her. She looked at Agnes for a translation for what Gunnar had replied.

"I have not had baklava in years." When she went away to undergraduate school at Lund University, Agnes had several classmates who were from Türkiye or whose parents or grandparents had been from the country. She'd gotten to learn a bit about the culture; but she certainly hadn't learned as much as she would've liked to. None of those classmates had ended up being really good friends with her. They'd all been civil acquaintances at most. But there had been one time one of the Turkish girls brought baklava and helva to celebrate after the completion of a particularly difficult lab. The brunette recalled the food being delicious; and it had always made her want to try more Turkish cuisine as well as learn more about the country and its culture... Getting drunk then knocked up at a party and having Gunnar had put such desires on the back-burner for the time being.

As Ela requested a glass of water, Agnes gave a soft nod, hesitating to check on Gunnar for a moment longer before disappearing into the converted barn's little kitchen area. Choosing one of her son's favorite bowls, she then cut up his special sprinkle-covered chokladboll as well as several strawberries. She then got two glasses from the cabinet and filled them with water from her Britta filter. Lastly, she fetched one of her son's favorite juice boxes before gathering everything in her hands and returning to the barn's living area where she'd left Ela and the toddler.

The sight she was met with warmed her heart yet again. Seeing that Ela had chosen a book to read with the little boy caused a wide smile to spread upon her features. She lingered for a long moment, just watching the interaction. Then finally, she cleared her throat and made her return known. "We got that at the zoo a few weeks back." She shared, placing the glasses of water down on the coffee table before crouching down to take a seat beside her son. She passed him the bowl of snacks before opening his juice box for him, her attention then falling back to Ela. "Gunnar is really loving animals just now." With that said, she turned her attention to her son. "Vilket är ditt favoritdjur?" She inquired. After a long moment's contemplation, the little boy reached out to point to the bunny on the front of the book. "Kanin!"

[elaersoy]

As Ela attentively listened to Agnes' enthusiastic narration about the chokladbollar, her curiosity was further piqued. The mention of pearl sugar particularly fascinated her, captivating her attention entirely. Admiring Agnes' culinary skills, she felt compelled to reciprocate with a gesture of her own. Although not a seasoned cook or baker, Ela eagerly offered to prepare a delightful Turkish dessert for Agnes and Gunnar. "I'm not the best cook or baker, but I'd love to make a Turkish dessert for you to try sometime. My aunt used to make an amazing Baklava, and she gave me her recipe. I'll do my best to recreate it for you and Gunnar," Ela added with a warm smile.

Ela graciously accepted the offer, expressing her gratitude with a cheerful smile. Meanwhile, Gunnar's enthusiasm and hunger for the pastries amused Ela, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the adorable sight. When asked about refreshments, she politely requested a glass of water as she settled down on the floor next to Gunnar.

"Hi, Gunnar! Would you like to hear a story while we wait for your mom?" she asked, her smile beaming brightly at him as she noticed the collection of books. Skimming through the titles, she avoided the ones in Swedish, but her eyes fell upon a touch and feel book named Pat the Zoo.

Agnes couldn't help the smile from widening upon her face as Ela complimented the chokladbollar. It was such a simple recipe; but the pastry never failed to be a big hit despite said simplicity. "Pärlsocker... Pearl sugar. That is the new experience." There truly wasn't anything else like it that the brunette had stumbled across over the years. Pearl sugar had such a unique texture. It brought an extra layer of flavor to an array of traditional pastries. "We sell it in the shoppe now. Och, I have many boxes in my pantry... You can have one om du vill." Maybe it would help encourage Ela to try her hand at baking. The Swede would even share her own perfected recipe with her friend if that were to be the case.

"Mamma! Hungrig!" Gunnar exclaimed as he noticed the pastries. He made it very clear he wanted one. And while Agnes tried to keep her son's sugar consumption on the lower side while he was still small, she had made him his own chokladboll. His was rolled in rainbow sprinkles; though she wouldn't serve it to him in its traditional ball form. She cut it into toddler bite-sized pieces. And she'd serve the pieces alongside his favorite snack in the whole wide world: strawberries!

"Do you want something other to eat? Or drink? I have to get him his snack anyway." The brunette knew there wouldn't be an issue while she stepped away to prepare his snack. She planned to just serve it to him while sitting on the floor. Maybe he could eat and sit on Ela's lap while she read him a story. Or vice versa if Ela wanted to do the reading. While most of the children's books she owned were, of course, in Swedish, she did have a few in English as well.

[elaersoy]

As Agnes expressed her gratitude, Ela felt a heartwarming sense of appreciation. She had developed a special connection with the little boy. "No need to thank me. I genuinely enjoy spending time with him; he's such a sweet boy and he's even teaching me some Swedish," she added with a chuckle. Gunnar's ability to handle two languages at such a tender age impressed her. Ela had never been particularly skilled with languages herself. Besides her native Turkish and obligatory English learned in school, she had dabbled in some French, but not enough to confidently claim fluency.

Unable to resist, she reached for a chokladbollar, savoring the delightful treat. Her green eyes lit up as the exquisite taste pleased her palate. "Oh my," she exclaimed, finishing her bite. "This is incredible. I've never experienced anything quite like it." A smile formed at the corners of her mouth.

Agnes couldn't help but chuckle. Sometimes it really did feel like she was running the shoppe. And it wasn't even hers! She'd just become the right-hand woman to the owner. While the owner was of Nordic heritage, they hadn't grown up in Scandinavia. They didn't have that same connection to the countries. Agnes did. And that was what had led her to become Swede Things' official consultant. She knew the latest trends. She knew the best brands to import. She knew the pop culture. It was her life; and now, she was able to share it with her home away from home in Cape May.

"I cannot thank you enough for when you watch him. He loves you. He will talk all about how you do silly voices to play with him." Of course Gunnar shared that information in his toddler babble; but the brunette could understand everything he was saying. She spoke fluent Gunnar Emil. Plus now, he was saying more and more words clearly. His vocabulary in both Swedish and in English was growing tremendously. "I guess the chokladbollar will have to be part of my many thanks." Knowing her son was in good hands, the brunette took a moment to sneak off into the kitchen to fetch the plate of freshly made pastries. Half were rolled in imported pearl sugar. The other half were rolled in coconut. "Take what you want."

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Ela's eyes lit up as she saw little Gunnar greeting her with enthusiasm. She couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart every time she spent time with the adorable toddler. She crouched down to his level and smiled warmly at him. "Hej hej, Gunnar!" she replied in a gentle and friendly tone. "Lek? Of course, let's play!"

As Gunnar offered one of his train cars, Ela gladly accepted it and started to make playful sounds as she pretended to have a conversation between the trains. She loved engaging with children, and being around Gunnar brought out her playful side. It was evident that they had formed a special bond.

Listening to Agnes talk about her busy days and the new vendors at her shop, Ela nodded understandingly. "Wow, it sounds like you've been quite busy indeed. Running a shop and taking care of this little sweetheart must keep you on your toes," she remarked, glancing at Gunnar affectionately before returning her attention to Agnes.

"I'm glad I could be here to help when you needed it. Spending time with Gunnar is always a joy, and it's my pleasure to be of assistance," Ela replied sincerely. "And that sounds absolutely delightful! Thank you for the offer. I'd love to have some." Ela wasn't entirely sure what it was but it sounded good. She couldn't resist a sweet treat, especially when Agnes was the one who baked it.

Ela couldn't help but be enveloped by the delightful aroma of chokladbollar. "Mmm, they smell heavenly!" she exclaimed, a soft smile playing on her lips. "You gotta give me the recipe," she added. Although, she knew that baking wasn't exactly her forte.

There were very few people Agnes would let watch Gunnar. Her former host parents were at the top of that list as they'd watched the toddler since shortly after she returned to Cape May several months back. They'd pushed the brunette to go out for some much-needed adult time; and she'd eventually caved, starting to venture out to get a drink once or twice a week after putting her son to bed. Though the member of her former host family who watched her son had now shifted to Diana. Then there was Jette and his wife Lucy. Gunnar had taken an instant liking to Jette and now called him 'Onkel Get'. It had taken the brunette a little longer to feel comfortable leaving her son with them as they tended to watch him when he was awake. The toddler was so clingy that it pained the young mamma to leave him during his waking hours. But she knew if he was going to be happy in anyone's presence while she was gone, it would be in Jette and Lucy's presence.

Then she'd most certainly trust Iris with Gunnar if the blonde ever needed to watch him for some reason. She'd trust Iris with everything.

Most recently, she'd added Ela to the short list of people she'd allow to watch her son. The vibe the woman gave off was instantly calming. She was warm; and she was welcoming. And while the Swede didn't think she'd still be in Cape May by the time Gunnar was in pre-school, she was glad to know he'd have the best teacher imaginable if for some reason she was still in town. The willingness to let Ela watch her son had come from a bit of an emergency when the brunette had to leave with such short-notice. The other brunette had been over that day and offered to stay with Gunnar. At first, Agnes had hesitated; but she'd been in a tight situation and quickly caved. She was glad she had. Having someone else to watch her son took some of the ever-looming stress off her shoulders.

"Hej hej!" Gunnar enthusiastically greeted the woman, his big blue eyes staring up at her with adoration and wonder. He'd come to learn that fun times were to be had whenever Ela was around. "Lek?" He asked, holding one of his train cars in her direction.

At this sight, Agnes couldn't help but smile, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "It is because it has been ages... I have been so busy. There are four new vendors for the shoppe; och, it has been a lot of work getting everything in order. I feel like my days are making phone calls or taking this lille gubbe to the park. Or baking. I have been baking much again." Baking had always been somewhat of a passion or the brunette; though she'd not put as much time into it as she'd like. Life had gotten too much in the way. "I have chokladbollar in the kitchen if you want some."