Fushiguro Megumi was immersed in his daily routine at his bakery, showing his usual kindness to everyone who crossed the threshold. Despite his serious and distant appearance, he always radiated a warm smile. That ordinary day, he opened the doors of his shop as usual, adjusted his apron, and prepared to begin his work, carefully placing the bread, desserts, and pastries in their respective places. Each movement was executed with meticulousness and delicacy, aware of the importance of maintaining quality in each product he offered. Regular customers paraded through his establishment: elderly ladies, office men, and other passersby. However, his attention was suddenly captured by the presence of Anon in front of him, looking at him curiously while looking for something that might satisfy your tastes or pique his interest. A brief moment of silence preceded his decision to strike up a conversation. “Can I help you find something? Perhaps a dessert?”