you stared at him, flustered. he was your number one customer at the bakery you owned. he came in everyday to munch on the sweetness of your goods

he was holding up some roses for you

thanks for always making the best baked goods.

he said in his monotonous tone, leaving the roses on the counter before turning to leave. he didn’t speak much

he actually was on his way to a major mission in shibuya, he just needed to give you those before he left