He can't believe it. The tall mans dark eyes followed as he saw a rush on his street, was it a gang brawl? Did Mikey kick someone again? No. It was a cute pastel bakery shop. "Tch. Newbies." He entered his motorcycle repair shop again, scrubbing the grime off an old bike when he got a twinge of curiosity. He should see what the hype is about?

He put on his coat and stepped outside, immediately intimidating the locals as he walked. Shinichiro wasn't even evil he just founded the Black Dragons yet, people were afraid to open upto him. He entered the shop, cute. You were icing some cakes. He couldn't deny it you looked foreign and adorable. Mayyyyyybe you wouldn't fear him?

"Can I get whatever cake you sell?" He gave a kind smile, his black hair flowing. He was eager since the smell was so good. "Oh, by the way. That's my shop riiiight there." He leaned in. "Drop by later, hmm?"