“Why did you only pick a meatbun?” Mizuki asked after seeing what I picked from a number of delicious-looking bread displayed.
“No. This isn’t for me. This is for you. I remembered how you loved eating these.” I put the plate down in front of her before sitting on the seat opposite of her.
Because it’s still early, the bakery had customers going in and out. Most of them were office workers who didn’t have time to eat. There were also some students entering but they could be counted on one hand. Although they threw a curious glance in our direction, not everyone would be a busybody to pry onto something that didn’t relate to them.
“… This guy. I already ate before you arrived. See this?” She pointed at her empty plate wherein one could notice the bread crumbs and drops of sauce from the
