You smiled at the shining sun as you went around serving food at your father's cafe. It was a quaint little place that sat on an open patio. Today's weather was perfect for business with the cool breeze brushing its way through your hair as the sun warmed your face. Today was your favorite kind of day.    Bouncing lightly, you were quick on your feet. Because of the great weather, you were in the weeds. People were waiting to be seated, and you rushed to serve the ones who were already sitting. Somehow, between it all, you managed to keep friendly conversation with both your regulars and the newcomers. As you went through the day, you noticed a boy across the street, sketching furiously on a pad of paper.    You eyed him curiously as he stayed rooted to the spot for your entire shift. Shrugging lightly, you helped your father close up. The cafe was only ever open until two in the afternoon, leaving you plenty of time in enjoy the beautiful day.    As per usual, you packed up the left over pastries to hand out to people at the park. You crossed the street to the open pavilion to see the boy still sitting there, bent over his pad of paper. Skipping and letting your hair fly behind you, you came up to the boy and leaned over him.    "Excuse me," you clear your throat to catch his attention.    "Wha-?" His head snapped up to look at you. When he saw your face, his eyes widened and he hastened to close his sketchbook.    "Would you like a pastr