text: A woman with golden brown skin and long curly black hair walked into a somewhat empty bakery causing the bell to jingle just as she opened the door. The smells of freshly baked goods was hanging in the heated air that complemented the smell of the autumn just outside the glass door. The woman walked up to the counter before inspecting the many shelves full of breads and other baked goods. A soft smile stretched across her rose lips as the scents from the kitchen became more powerful making her look past the shelves at the two men baking. The two men danced around the kitchen, and each other, with precision as they prepared a loaf of bread to be cooked. One of them, a man with sandy blond hair and summer green eyes, turned towards the counter just as he put the loaf into the hot oven. He wiped the flour off of his hands onto his white apron before fiddling with the knot in the back to make sure it was tied on tightly. He was not aware of who the woman was as he walked up to the counter to greet her. “Welcome to Bobby’s Corner Bakery! What can I get you-” He stopped immediately as he looked up; his eyes going wide and his voice was stolen from his throat. He stared deep into the woman’s honey colored eyes that slowly showed confusion behind them instead of recognition. The man had not seen her since her death, yet her eyes were the same as they always have been despite how much different she looked. She was the only reason he worked at bakeries; he knew how much she loved baked goods. The woman cleared her throat and gestured to the various breads and pastries behind him. “Can I buy some bread or do I need to give you my number first?” She chuckled as his cheeks flushed red and he rubbed the back of his neck before laughing. “Yeah-Yeah, but your number would be greatly appreciated though,” he teased causing the other man send him a glare. “Hey! Quit flirting with the customer and give her her order!” The manager barked causing the green eyed man to sheepishly apologize. The woman laughed at this however, causing the man’s chest to fill with warmth before she ordered. “Just a loaf of your regular bread please.” The man nodded before grabbing a paper bag and the freshest loaf of bread off the shelf, packaging it with care while doing so quickly. The woman studied him closely before a wave of familiarity and nostalgia washed over her. Something about the way his messy sand colored hair fell in front of his eyes and the way he worked with efficiency gave her a sense of Déjà vu. Her eyebrows knitted together as he wrung up her total on the cash register and gave her a wide grin. “Have we met before?” The man looked taken back by her question. He did not know how to respond to that because they have met before; hundreds of times before. Each time was different than the last but they all held a special place in his heart. His eyes nervously darted around the woman before they landed on her hand. There around her ring finger was a silver ring with a diamond placed on top of the metal. He was too late. It felt like his heart had stopped beating as he looked back into the sweet honey colored eyes of hers; a pained smile stretching across his pale lips. “No, we haven’t.” The woman muttered a quiet, “Oh.” She pulled out her wallet from her purse and looked up at the man with frustrated eyes. “How much do I owe you?” The man handed her the bread and shook his head with genuine smile. “It’s on me.” The woman gave him a surprised look before smiling and turned around before heading for the door. “Thank you!” He waved goodbye to her as she left, “Come back again!” He watched her walk away along the sidewalk as a heavy feeling sunk into his chest with every step she took. Using the crook of his arm he wiped a few tears away before taking his apron off and setting it gently down on the counter. There was no need for him to stay in the city anymore this time. He felt no bitterness or hatred as he left the bakery and looked in the direction that the woman had went with a sad smile. He would have to wait for her again, but he was willing to go through a century just to be with her again. “See you in another life.