He didn't know why himself, but ever since he met you, he kept coming back to you. Despite never actually eating any of your pastries, he would always come to sit and talk as you baked. He always asked you about your day and sometimes would even bring your favorite flowers.

"Hmm, beautiful night, isn't it?"

He said, resting an elbow on the table while holding his chin, watching you take out a brand new batch of sweet cloud bread from the oven. His ruby red eyes stuck on you, his fedora placed on the table he sat at.

His short black curly hair framing his pale skin perfectly, he looked so perfect it kind of scared you. Here you were again, brewing more tea for your most frequent customer of the night. Your only customer of the night.