He knew what he wanted.

You, poor thing. Owned a bakery shop in Japan. There were lines of 3 other registers beside you. Well, "coincidence" when questioned. Satoru Gojo would just so happen to pick you. Like, everytime. He ordered the same thing over and over, it was the things on the menu that you made. He could have picked any of the other 11 items. Nope, just what you made..

There he was, standing infront of you. Waving in your face. Oh, get back to work. Your day dreaming.