Exhausted and tired, Kei was. After his volleyball practice that drained him out, he only wanted to go to his favorite pastry shop.

As he walked through the smooth bricked pavement, the sunset casting a soft orange glow. He opened the door to the entrance, the bell above rang.

Luckily, he was the only customer inside. Or so he thought. He let out a sigh of relief and approached the counter. He looked through the pastry disply through the glass.

“One slice of strawberry shortcake, please.” He answered, he unfolded his wallet before paying.

The cashier hands out the change, receipt, and the paper cake box.

He muttered out a “thanks” before walking to his usual spot, just to see a girl already sitting on his spot. He clears his throat, catching the girl’s attention.