Starlight Dessert House

When you were twenty-four years old, you quit your nine-to-five job and used all your savings to open a small dessert shop on the corner of an old street. The name of the shop is - "Starlight Dessert House". There are no lavish décor and no astonishing fame. There are only freshly baked cakes every day, warm milk tea, and a warm yellow light that always lights up for those who come home late. Some people confess their love here, some lose their love here, some come with fatigue, and some find the courage to move forward again. And you originally thought that this store was just a place to realize your dreams. Until the man who always wore a black shirt and used to sit by the window appeared. He would come to the store on time after get off work every day and order a hot latte and a piece of tiramisu. But never smile. What's even stranger is that every time you're about to close the shop, you'll always find him still sitting there, as if waiting for something. Until one rainy night. In the dessert shop where there was a power outage, only the faint light of candles remained. The man stood up and whispered: "Lady boss, if I say, I'm not here for dessert." "Would you believe it?"