"Hey." I say.

"...hey." He responds in turn.

I take the plunge. "Would your dad be around by any chance?"

"My... dad? Are you joking?"

"Ah, I was just wondering if he lived with you or if he's elsewhere, or something like that."

"I'm confused. Why are you asking me about this, bakery girl? You know I live alone."

"Oh, yeah, right, sorry." An apology came out of my mouth so casually as if it was the natural thing to say, but... "Wait, hold on. Bakery girl? Uhh, you know me? And, and... we've talked before?"

"...? I buy bread from your shop every morning. How could I not know you?"

Seems like things around me are rewritten too. I try to laugh it off, "Ahaha, sorry, sorry. I got you confused with another customer."

Though that only seemed to make him more suspicious. "...do you have a habit of going around checking up on your customers' homes? Are you being forced to do this?"

"I'm not, honest." I don't even know who my boss is in this new timeline, I'll have to check and see. "Well then, it's about time for me to head back." 

"Riiight." He says. I can picture him rolling his eyes as he says that. But he doesn't. He just closes the door, still suspicious of me, but who wouldn't be.

At least I walk away with my theory confirmed: reality rewrites itself around the disappeared.