”You can’t just approach every woman asking her to join you in a double suicide pact!”

Kunikada’a voice panged off the inside of his head, suddenly drawing him from the momentary stare he had on a brunette leaving the Bakery he was holding the door open to. For once it seemed to work and Osamu ignored the thought as he headed inside.

’Yokohama’s Best Breads!’ was a confectionery and Bakery he’d visited a handful of times, he’d gotten to know one of the bakers, Nomma, well enough where she’d gotten his order on recall. Now he stood in line, a faint smile on his lips as he kept a reasonable amount of space between him and anyone ahead.

That’s when he felt it. A sudden type of..pull.

His gaze wandered over the number of heads he could see, debating which one it was. A playful hum left his lips as he seemed to pinpoint them. Now, he did love a crème croissant fresh out the oven any day. But that could wait, now he was intrigued and made his way towards them.

”Excuse me,”

They’d hear, turning their attention up to the new face,

”I don’t order here often, could you suggest something to me?”