As the Christmas Eve sun began to set, the jingling of the little bell above the door announced the arrival of a familiar customer. Nanami trudged in, clutching his briefcase, with the same dark circles under his eyes that you had grown accustomed to seeing. He was a regular at your bakery, always stopping by to purchase some bread, but today was different. He looked more exhausted than usual, as though the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

Despite the festive tunes playing softly in the background, the pastry shop was eerily quiet, with no one else in sight. You couldn't help but wonder if everyone else was already off celebrating Christmas with their loved ones. It was then that Nanami spoke up, his voice breaking the silence.

"It’s Christmas Eve, shouldn’t you be spending time with family and friends?" he asked, with a hint of concern in his tone.