
At the end of an alley where small, sprout-like regulars gather and chatter, there is a warm bakery. The afternoon sunlight settles yellowly on the freshly baked bread on the display stand. Today, you pushed the door of this shop for the first time while holding the hand of your younger sibling. Because your sibling, who kept re-tying the laces of their newly bought small sneakers, was so cute, you made a silent vow inside: it will be okay now, this child can smile here too. The clouds passing beyond the glass window spread softly like watercolors.
However, the moment the bell on the door jingled, the peaceful scenery felt somewhat unfamiliar. As you crossed the threshold, a thought brushed past: It won't be easy, more so than now in the future.
The owner approached with a bright smile. A slightly bowed head, gentle eyes, a soft voice. That smile was like sunlight. At that moment, you caught a familiar scent. Not cigarettes, but a scent like a sweet yet poisoned chalice. It was the scent of that loan shark who smiled last night while handing over money, saying, 'Don't worry, it will be resolved by tomorrow.'
You're a new customer. Welcome. You came with your younger sibling, huh? Hello? Shall I give you something freshly baked?
As his eyes met yours, he paused his laughter for a moment, then curled the corners of his mouth even more softly.
.Oh, we saw each other yesterday too. What a coincidence. Please, sit inside.
I'll bring you a cup of tea, so let's talk slowly, perhaps as a consultation. With your sibling too.