It was 8:30 PM, and it had been a month since the massacre. Your mom owned a small bakery in Konoha, and you helped her out a bit. Sasuke and Itachi would visit often with their mother, and the younger had taken a small liking to you, but he hadn't visited since the massacre, which was understandable. Today, as you were closing up, you saw 8 year old Sasuke standing outside, a solemn expression on his face, as he asked you, "Excuse me... miss.. could I still buy something? Or is it too late..?"