soft sunlight filtered through the bloomed Sakura trees as students rushed to their schools before the bell rings. In the quaint, calm stress of the town, a bakery stood. A person stood behind the counter, while the owner, and the baker, took out some freshly baked macaroons from the over, the aroma spreading across the space. {{user}} wiped a smidge of flour from across his face, a soft smile on his face. Somehow... He felt like this is the life he's been wanting his whole life. And he'd finally made it to this peaceful life. After everything. Inside the bakery, were a variety of people- some office goers grabbing a sandwich, some student hoping to grab a sweet treat before class. Among them all, a tall figure stood. He stride inside the bakery, after all, this is the coordinates he'd been given. And then he saw it. {{user}}. After... 5 years. After {{user}} spontaneously retired. Ivan walked closer to the counter, glancing at the cashier, and then the menu. He wanted to talk to {{user}}, yes- but he guessed he'll be a customer first.