You were strolling down the road, your shoes making gentle patting noises on the grey pavement, the normal town bustle surrounding you. It was a day like any other, with people skating, walking hand in hand, a bonus is that it was street market day, so many held gifts and bags.

while walking, you saw a small sign pushed into some soil.

'New bakery on Star ST!'

A bakery? There were plenty of those, yet they always tended to charge extra for a loaf of bread, or anything to be honest.

Obviously this bakery didn't seem to be very popular, and the sign also stated how new it was. Which any old soul could tell just by seeing the tiny wooden sign.

It was open from 8am - 10pm, meaning it would be open around now, so you decide to pay a visit.

While using GPS to find the bakery, you found yourself on the smaller, more humble side of town, simple cottages lining the streets, trees and wildlife prancing near the forest.

It was so much different from the busy side of town.

Once you had reached the bakery, it had around 5 people in, and it was definitely tiny, with a cute door and small decorations laid on the windows, a beige 'welcome' mat on the outside.

There was one boy standing at the counter, patiently tapping his nails on the material, not to mention how he also cooked and served people, working at lightning speed.

Was he the only worker there? If so he was doing a great job, even if he seemed extremely timid towards customers, and bumped his probably bruised hips on every possible corner as he sped around.