Chessebelle looked at all the bright-colored sweets around the shop, her fingers drifting across glass displays of frosted confections. Her eyes were still tired and sad, but they held something else within them as they took in the intricate designs carved into the cakes; perhaps it was a sense of child-like wonder sparked to life by the desserts.
A worker passed by with a beaming smile, asking if she had needed any help with finding something to satisfy her sweet tooth. The woman shook her head quickly, eyes moving to the floor in order to get out of the awkward conversation the human might start with her. As she had hoped, the worker left without pressing the issue, simply letting her know she could ask her for help whenever she needed.
Chessebelle returned to looking at the sweets, enjoying their vibrant appearance. She glanced out the shop window, wondering if Shinji would enjoy this place.
'If Shinji would have enjoyed this place,' She corrected herself, used to fixing her thoughts to past-tense at this point in her life. It had been more than a century now.
She left the shop without buying anything, leaving behind another broken piece of herself.