The night deepened gradually.
Nearly midnight, the once-bustling shop street finally showed signs of quieting down.
Restaurants began to tidy up tables and chairs and clean up, and the food festival stalls outside were starting to pack up and leave, more or less.
A sudden gust of wind came in the dead of night, and as the weather forecast had warned of a sharp drop in temperature this evening, Sen Tian Makoto, who was standing at the entrance of the Sen Tian Pastry Shop, shivered in the chill. It was only then that she fully realized how severe the temperature drop had been.
With no customers left, she finally had the chance to go upstairs and find a scarf to fend off the cold, but just as she was about to step away, the clear conversation of two men passing by the shop made her subconsciously pause in her tracks.
Two men with the appearance of photographers with cameras slung around their necks discussed excitedly.
