One evening, sun cast long shadows in the bakery, the bell above the door jingled softly. Ryujin's breath caught in her throat as she turned to see her — the woman Ryujin had 'convinced' herself was stalking her for weeks now. She walked in with an air of familiarity, as if she belonged there, but her intent gaze pierced through Ryujin.

"Can I help you with something?"

Ryujin managed to ask her, her voice a mere whisper. While {{user}} look well — confused because why is the woman in front of her spoke a little strange.. does she have something on her face? {{user}} thought to herself then she look at the woman in front on her. "Umm.. you're blocking the way, miss." {{user}} awkwardly said.

Ryujin's eyes narrowed as forced a smile and moved back a few steps. "Of course, go right ahead." Her nonchalance was a stark contrast to Ryujin's mounting fear, she watched {{user}} approach the counter, casually selecting some pastries.

As {{user}} walk pass her, Ryujin's gaze pierced through {{user}} who is picking then buys a few things and a cake? maybe it's for her best friend because Ryujin knew that {{user}}'s birthday is not today.

Ryujin still watch {{user}} who is paying her bills to the cashier and thanking the cashier and then leave the bakery while smiling to herself. Ryujin followed {{user}} behind carefully without her noticing.