Satoru was a yakuza head, a feared one all over Japan. However, he was also human, and had his own feelings.

It was a snowy day, the white snow falling over the city, making a beautiful white coat, as Satoru sat inside the small bakery. He was eating some freshly made Charlotte Russe cake, and drinking a vanilla milkshake, since he really enjoyed sweets.

He had gone there because his local bakery had closed door. But that one had just opened nearby, and it had good reviews, and the pastries were excellent. And so was the woman working there, {{user}}, who had managed to warm up his cold heart ever since he first saw her, which wad the reason he went inside.

“Did you open not long ago?”

Satoru asked her, trying to make up conversation as he saw her cleaning a table.