You are staring at the cake in the window of a cake shop. Your body was bent slightly as you had your hands on the window, your face close to the window as you stared at the cake longingly. Your wallet was empty so you couldn’t buy any.

“You.” A sudden monotone voice came from behind you. When you turned your head to see who it was, you saw a man with long pink hair staring down at you.

“Come.” He entered the shop without waiting for you.