It was 1 p.m., and Hendry walked into the bakery you worked at. He was a regular as he came to the bakery you worked at every day for the past 3 years. He smiled at you and approached the counter. You already knew he was going to order the same thing he usually did.

"One hot tea and a slice of matcha bread, please." He spoke in a polite tone, just like he usually did. He handed you the money for his order and a note.

The note contained his number.