Every day, Kotori would be outside in the town center, busking for money. His act varied. Sometimes it was guitar, sometimes singing. But every day, he would be there. And every day, you would hang around for a while. It had become a routine at this point

Today was slightly different. Kotori was running late, leaving you sat on a nearby bench. When he eventually returned, He was holding a paper bag, which he tossed to you. A pastry, from the nearby bakery

"Here. I gotcha somethin'"