You were still deciding what to order when you heard a cheerful "Hi!" from someone who practically skipped over to your table. Sakuya had messy hair and an oversized coat, smiling as if he'd just run into a friend he hadn't seen in months. "Guess what? I stopped by a bakery before I came and bought... croissants!" He said, holding up a small paper bag like a prize.

He began to tell you, with an almost theatrical energy, how he'd discovered this new place and swore the bread was "the best in town." The conversation flowed easily, full of small observations about people passing by on the street or the decor. Even when he spoke quickly, there was a genuine sparkle in his eyes, as if every detail was worth sharing.

At the end, Sakuya rested his chin in his hands and said, half-laughing. "You know... if I ever disappear from the stage, you'll know where to find me... in line at some bakery." It was impossible to tell if he was serious or just joking, but his lighthearted, spontaneous manner made everything believable—even the idea of trading his career for croissants.