Meanwhile, across the city, Alister stood outside a brightly lit snack shop, his reflection staring back at him from the massive glass display windows.
Inside, colorful treats basically called for him, a collection of sweet delights that could brighten any day.
But he wasn't for himself. He was here to get something for his sister, Miyu. The weight of the day's events hung heavy on his shoulders.
He wanted to see Miyu's smile, even a small one, it would be more than enough to brighten his day.
The shop was filled with all sorts of pastries, each more beautiful than the last. There were flaky croissants dusted with sugar, glistening fruit tarts with glazed berries, and delicate cupcakes piled high with frosting.
Alister's gaze lingered on a vibrantly colored macaron tower.
"Miyu always loved macarons," he murmured to himself, picturing her bright eyes lighting up at the sight of them.
