When Danny ran into him, her world was silent. The leaves stopped rustling, the wind stopped whistling, and the sunlight glistened off his face like he was the god of the sun. Danny, as chaotic as ever, steered her bike towards him without even knowing it.

Then the world was loud again. He smiled at her, and just like she predicted, the smile was brighter, bigger, better than the sun - not uttering word, only reaching a hand out to help her out. Danny heard footsteps behind her, the boy above her looked up and glared, the footsteps then stopped adruptly. Danny frowned, standing up, she turned around the find the source of the footsteps. She was met with nothing.

And there it was - the encounter of the to be and the will be.

Danny didn't know when he left, still stuck on the shadow of him before her. Men in suits and fancy ear pieces had flocked his side and took him away. He had sighed, and Danny was a goner.

Danny spent the rest of the day in the bakery smiling to herself, wrapping up loaves of breads and rolls of cakes. Her mood lifting the mood of the grumpy customers. It wasn't until the sun was setting, positioning itself like it was just standing in front of the bakery, that it struck Danny - she'll probably never see him again. Then right before the sun disappeared, the small bell above the turquoise door rang, and he appeared again, just like fate.

He seemed sad, and tired, like he'd carried the sun himself the whole day. Only one man was beside him this time, in a suit, just like she'd seen earlier, frolicking around him like a mothe hen.

Danny didn't think as he approached the counter "Can I have your number?" the question flew out as if she'd done it a hundred times before. There it was again, the bright smile. He tilted his head, reaching his hand out, palm up.

Danny scrambled to hand him her phone. He fiddled with the phone a while, and a phone rang, it belonged to the man in the suit. Danny then found herself with a phone and a 5 dollar bill in her hand, watching the bell on the door ring again. Sadder this time.

He didn't call the next day. Danny knew it. The bakery had received a huge event order for a government event, so she didn't have the time to ponder. The man came with his team of man in suits - to pick up bread.

Danny was desperate this time. She held on the boy's sleeves as he moved to carry the paper bag. "What's your name?" The boy's eyes lit up as he saw her, he grinned, putting his hand on hers, he pulled her out of the store, raising their linked hands to tell Danny's boss that they were leaving together.

They stopped before a red sports car that seemed too expensive for this world. He opened the door, loading the bags of bread into the backseat, never letting go of Danny's hand. He then brought her to the passenger seat. The man in the suit had already opened the door, waiting. "He wants you to go with him." the man in the suit said, gesturing to the boy.

The boy gave her a reassuring smile. Danny wasn't the kind to hesitate, so she climbed in. The boy shut the door, and settled into the driver's seat. The man in the suit got into the black car before them, leading the way.

"So, are you the youngest government official that I didn't know of or something? I'm not that big of politics, but I'd think Id notice you." Danny said, nervously running her thumb over the back of her left hand.

The boy only gave out a loud laugh.

Shoal hated this - having to attend official events when his illness was acting up. He was aching all over - the kind of ache that bit you down to the bone. His throat tightened and any attempt to talk was like acid.

Solpadia was sunny enough to distract him, and there was this girl who didn't seem to notice, or she didn't seem to care, at least, about his agony. Said girl was currently seated beside him, awestruck by the over the top carpark they just drove into.

"Knew you were some kind of government official..." she mumbled, then cutting herself off "You aren't a member of some royal family are you?" Shoal raised an eyebrow at her. "You are!?" Shoal just shrugged, getting off the car, handing the keys to Tom. The girl practically fell out the car after him.

"I might be wrong - and I heard you laugh before, but are you mute?" she asked. Shoal bit his lips. Tom stepped up "His highness is currently under some medication- " Shoal glared at him. To Shoals relieve, the girl completely misses the point.

"Damn it, did I manage to offend a royal member - please don't severe connections with Solpadia, or stop exporting stuff to us, or whatever it is you do!" Shoal looks at her, bemused. She paused for a bit.

"And are you sick? What medication?" he bit his lip, she didn't miss the point. He just shrugs.

"Right, I speak shrugs. Let's go." She stalks into the main entrance.

Shoal rushes after her. She turns around before she's halfway through the hall, noticing the men in suits" Is this the event you bought bread for?" Shoal nods. She gasps and strides out "Why would you bring me here? I'm a student"

Shoal raised his eyebrow, he had thought she was a baker. She must be about the same age as him, then. He then diverts his attention back to the girl and smiles reassuringly at her.

She huffs "You might be late because of me." she gestures, gesturing at the hall. Shoal noted that the crowd had already dispersed and were probably already waiting in the meeting hall.

Tom chuckles "He's just in time, then."

Shoal smiles at him, gesturing for the girl to come with him. The girl flinched when a couple people they walked passed owed to them

His dramatic entrance worked, as always, like a charm. The meeting hall was silent as he walked in and sat at the head of the table. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tom politely gesturing for the girl to take a seat.

"It's Danny!" he heard her snap. He didn't need to attempt to ask then, he smiled to himself and cleared his throat, which he regretted doing as what felt like acid slid through his throat.

He leaned back, as Tom hurriedly plugged the USB and set up the projector.

This is going to be a long, long meeting.

Danny went radio silent as Tom rushed to set up the projector, suddenly aware of her surroundings. And damn it, the king of Solpadia was in the corner of the room, his eyes laser focused on the bread-buying-mute prince.

Speaking of which, the boy must be really powerful to be leading the All Nations Council. She didn't know that royalty was in charge of the council, she thought it was a president of the council, then again, she loathed history despite of her perfect memory. And now, she looks loathed herself for like a thing history. Must be karma, that scheming evil git.

Danny watched in amusement as the boy, "Prince Shoal" she read of the tag on the table, leaned back against the chair, in front of a council of kings and princes and ministers and important people she never bothered to learn about, and just clicked through his presentation every few minutes, saying nothing. She was secretly impressed.

She almost nodded off when the boy, no, Prince Shoal, gestures at the king of Solpadia, who stood up clearing his throat, and walks to the front of the room. Danny was awestruck, the man she admired since she was young, the man she only saw on TV was now only about an arm's length away from her. She watched him, transfixed as his secretary, Danny assumed, rushed around to fix up his presentation on the second screen.

"You see, your highness," So royals address each other that way as well, well that's only fair, Danny mused. "Solpadia really needs to tighten that immigrant rule you changed last year." he said, straight to the point.

Shoal sighed, rubbing his temples.

The king didn't seem to take notice. " Our population rised by 150%, more lands are being developed, at this point, we might lose our reputation as a laid-back, spread out country."

Shoal huffed. 'Your solution?' He typed on his laptop, which was projected on the screen.

"Tightening the immigration rule, of course."

'What about restricting land development, like I told you last month, and the month before that?'

"It didn't work"

'Or you just didn't try very hard. Send me what you applied by tomorrow.'

The king seemed displeased. He bowed, "Yes, your highness"

That went on for another two hours. Danny dozed off. She woke up to footsteps scuffling. She finally gotten back to her sense when the door squeaked shut.

Tom rushed to Shoal, who had gotten ghostly pale, and took off his coat for him, helping him up. Shoal noticed her waking up.

"Come on Danny, let's go for that coffee, and then you can help me but a phone and pick out a number" His voice was surprisingly smooth, and deep.

"You can talk now?"

"That wore off, though I'm not sure if I'm happy that it wore off." he grumbled, standing up, clinging onto Tom. His security flagged their side immediately.

"Shouldn't you at least rest if you're sick?"

Shoal smiles. "If I did that I'd be asleep all my life." He paused, looking at Danny, disorientated.

"Come on."