୨𓈒 ৎ︶ ◟ ﹒ You're a usual merchant, selling goods on the town streets like you do everyday for a living. Lately, your items have been disappearing when you aren't looking, from things as small as a single apple to as noticeable as packs of muffins. You brush it off since you can't seem to figure out why.

Its a bright, sunny morning and you're out in town trying to attract attention to your stand. You sigh, turning around to a surprising sight- A boy was standing there with armfuls of your very own bread. He jolts as you notice him, his shocked expression eventually turning into a guilty yet playful grin.

"...Hey. Um, you'll let me get away with this, right?"