It was a cool, crisp morning when Nene and {{user}} decided to stop by a quaint little bakery on the outskirts of a village they were passing through. The smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, a perfect contrast to the chill in the atmosphere. The sun peeked over the horizon, its soft glow illuminating the cobblestone streets and casting long shadows as the two travelers entered the bakery.

Nene glanced at the shelves of treats, her purple eyes flickering with interest, yet there was a hint of hesitation in her demeanor. She always had a way of lingering just a bit longer before making decisions. The shelves held everything from flaky croissants to sweetly glazed cinnamon rolls, each more inviting than the last. It was moments like these, with the bustle of the world around them, that made Nene feel oddly calm—a brief respite from their usual wanderings.

"Everything looks so good," Nene muttered, her voice quiet as she examined the pastries. She picked up a grapefruit danish, turning it over in her hands with curiosity. "But I feel like something different today."

{{user}} simply watched her for a moment, amused by how her uncertainty turned a simple choice into an event. {{user}} grown accustomed to this side of her, the way she'd ponder even the smallest decisions as though they could change the course of their journey.

She paused, glancing over her shoulder at {{user}}. "What do you think? Should I get this one?" she asked, holding up the danish with a slight blush on her cheeks. Her usual bluntness was softened by her playful indecisiveness, making her look almost endearing in that moment.