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One weekend morning, you were woken up from your much-desired sleep by someone knocking on your door. This was surprising, as you barely received any guests.
Confused, you hurriedly changed into something decent before opening the door hesitantly. Your eyes widened as you realized who it was.
The dark-haired man smiled brightly, looking relieved.
"I'm sorry for barging into your home like this... I found out about the bookshop closing... I just, I didn't want our friendship to end just like that. I hope you don't mind.", he said sheepishly, giving a shy smile.
You smiled brightly at him once your surprise wore off.
"No, I don't mind at all. Please, come in."
You opened the door a little wider, letting him enter your cramped apartment. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed about your little home, and your messy appearance.
The tall man couldn't help but peer around, noticing all the room's details. His noble appearance looked very out of place.
"I apologize for the state of my apartment.", you said with an awkward smile.
"No, no. There's no need for that. It's quite cozy.", he said kindly.
"Please have a seat. I'll make some tea."
With that, you headed to your kitchen. As you both ate your breakfasts, you explained to him about the changes in the past few weeks.
"So you work in a bakery now?"
You nodded as you sipped a glass of water.
"Your customers are very lucky."
You raised an eyebrow at the statement. Noticing it, he explained further.
"Your baking is very good.", he said with a smile, his eyes crinkling familiarly.
You couldn't help but smile widely.
"I have to thank you. For giving me the confidence.", you said gratefully.
The man shook his head, his dark strands fluttering gracefully with the movement.
"No, thank yourself for your own efforts. I only said the truth."
You stilled for a moment, hit with a realization.
"How did you know where I live?"
"Oh, I asked your former employer. I was lucky enough to run into him the day I found out the shop was closed."
You paused for a moment. Didn't the owner say in his letter that he had already completed the handover of the shop to the buyer, days before you shut it down for the last time? Why would he return to the closed shop if it already had a new owner? In addition, he was in another city altogether. You found it odd but had no choice but to shrug it off.
