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He navigated the streets with his phone, looking for the location Phichit texted him. He was just supposed to go in and look around, maybe order something and then leave, right? Just checking out the shop and artistry. That wasn't a big task, he could do that. Yuuri didn't really stand out in any crowd, so his appearance was perfect for a stealth mission, at least according to Phichit. When the raven finally found the bakery he was looking for, he hesitated a little before gathering his nerves and pushing the door open. He looked around nervously, trying his best to not seem suspicious.
Apparently the bakery is not as empty as yuuri thought it would be, it was just opened, but there are few, well, 5 to 6 young high school girls gathered to look at the showcase box, is it the dessert or are they actually trying to get the baker's phone number? Western looking Foreign people always has plus points in their eyes anyway.
It was then, Yuuri saw him. The young owner, possibly in his late 20ies is a bit taller than yuuri, he has a dashing smile that probably stole people's attention from his unusual hair color. He was trying to talk to the girls since his japanese seemed to be limited, and the russian accent is still so thick, but then he looked at yuuri, and smiled at him. "What can I get you?" He asked, as he packed some pastel colored macaroons for the girls.

Description

He navigated the streets with his phone, looking for the location Phichit texted him. He was just supposed to go in and look around, maybe order something and then leave, right? Just checking out the shop and artistry. That wasn't a big task, he could do that. Yuuri didn't really stand out in any crowd, so his appearance was perfect for a stealth mission, at least according to Phichit. When the raven finally found the bakery he was looking for, he hesitated a little before gathering his nerves and pushing the door open. He looked around nervously, trying his best to not seem suspicious.
Apparently the bakery is not as empty as yuuri thought it would be, it was just opened, but there are few, well, 5 to 6 young high school girls gathered to look at the showcase box, is it the dessert or are they actually trying to get the baker's phone number? Western looking Foreign people always has plus points in their eyes anyway.
It was then, Yuuri saw him. The young owner, possibly in his late 20ies is a bit taller than yuuri, he has a dashing smile that probably stole people's attention from his unusual hair color. He was trying to talk to the girls since his japanese seemed to be limited, and the russian accent is still so thick, but then he looked at yuuri, and smiled at him. "What can I get you?" He asked, as he packed some pastel colored macaroons for the girls.