One day, it was good weather so you went out to town with your sketchbook in hand, ready the relax. You walked around town aimlessly, trying to find a good place to sit. You reminisce about previous occasions when you leisurely wandered through the town, pausing momentarily at a bakery whose threshold you never crossed. In your recollection, a vivid image emerges of a quaint patch of verdant grass, adorned with a solitary tree, standing a mere few meters distant. After finding the same bakery, you look Infront of it, a few meters away is that patch of land full of grass and a tree! A perfect spot to relax

You walk your way over to the patch of grassy area, and sit down. You take in the assent's of nature, before opening your sketchbook and drawing what ever your mind could make up. After a few minutes, dark louds start covering the sky, you look up and know its about to rain, but with the trees protection you didn't care much. Then, that's when it started to pour, but you and your sketchbook were fine. A few minutes later, a boy walks out of the bakery with a burnt piece of bread in his hand, you look up from your drawing seeing the boy drop the burnt piece of the bread on the soggy roads.

You watch the boy, until..he looks up and you both lock eyes..you see the blonde boy blush slightly as he stares at you in awe. After a few seconds he's pulled back into the bakery....