Some time had passed, the breeze pushing against my face as I stood upon a baize rooftop overlooking the lifeless street that resided below me. The time neared, almost being 18:15 it was clear that I needed should start heading over near the tavern where Miss. Tatamachi was going to be. Arriving twenty-six minutes before the agreed-upon time there was no sight of Miss. Tatamachi. This wasn’t bothersome due to the fact the time was still a lofty amount before we were supposed to actually be outside of the tavern, she most likely would show around twenty or so minutes from now. Not wanting to look too conspicuous I made the decision that there was no harm in roaming around the same street for a few minutes before returning back to the front of the tavern to wait. Strolling down the vacant street, something became apparent to me, the town never seemed to be occupied, however, there was an abundance of shops and pleasantries that cluttered about. This was somewhat perplexing, why would they need all of these various shops and places with such accessibility?  Strange, but not unbecoming. Perhaps I should get Miss. Tatamachi a gift, it may make me seem more tranquil and typical lowering a possible lingering idea that I am not who I say I am.  Continuing the walk down the street, something caught my eye, a chocolate shop. From the information that was previously available, supposably, young women enjoyed assorted chocolates. This will be sufficient for a present. The shop’s exterior appeared to be extremely luxurious, compared to all the other places in this town, by far this emanated the, ‘only the rich can afford me’ vibe. The walls being a dark olive green, with furnished glass, a bell on the front door, along with various containers on display. Entering the shop an aroma of sweet scents enveloped the air in all directions. Then a woman’s figure developed itself within my line of vision. The woman looked to be around her early thirties with shoer brown hair wearing what appeared to be a baker's apron. Although from the exterior the shop looked very dwindled, the interior portion suggested otherwise. The shop’s inside was rather bare, the most notable thing was the decaying teak aurora shelves that lined the walls. However, there was something more to the shop than meets the eye. Walking over to the woman who was stationed at the counter I began to ask where their chocolate selection was, after doing so the woman ushered me over a view feet to the left of where she was standing where a drawer resided. At first glance, the drawer seemed to be nothing special, the same decaying wood as the rest of the furniture. The woman then opened the drawer, where an assortment of chocolates came into view. Normally, I would be indifferent about this situation for two reasons. One, the chocolate is not for me and I did not want to partake in the delicacy, and, two, this was all just to get Ms.Tatakachi off my back so no talk of me would surface of my presence here. Despite these things, the chocolates in front of me were by far the best this town had to offer, most likely anyway. This did cause me some unusual excitement, which was strange, once more, something as trivial as this would never be of any jovialness to me. Nevertheless, I picked out a few kinds of chocolate, paid, thanked the woman, and left. Leaving the shoop a light soothing breeze pressed against my face. Huh, a light breeze as the sun sets, couldnt think of a better way to start my ‘date’. Proceeding to walk down towards Mainstreet the atmosphere of the townspeople seemed normal. Mothers scolding their children for running too far ahead of them, vendors selling various things, and so on and so forth. This observation of mine had no meaning, actually, it was meaningless. It was just nice to see such happiness, even under the conditions of the world. Finally, making my way to the main street the sun had finally set and there was partial lighting from the makeshift street lamps strung along with the buildings on the street. The time was perfect, now, all that was left is to find Miss. Tatamachi.