You and she were sitting in a small, simple restaurant, and in front of you were all kinds of food. Mitsuri was eating the delicious dishes with enjoyment and spontaneity, her cheeks beautifully flushed, and a smile never left her face.

You were sitting next to her, contemplating her beauty and angelic spontaneity, then you extended your hand to her with beautiful green socks and convinced her that they were a gift. Then she gasped and my face turned red with joy, and she spoke in a heart-melting voice

"Is this really mine!?."