The sky remains clear, glass as smooth as the finest piece of jewelry that displays on one of those shelves; a presentation to be hold for all of your eyes to feast on, tracing each and every single speck of the design, the craft into your mind—thinking to yourself as you move away from the display about its positives and negatives.

Strawberries hold no exception to the matter; from its beautiful red color to the sweetness of the fruit that you may come to taste and savor as the flavor melts onto your tongue. Not to mention it can be dipped in either whip cream or any sort of chocolate of your choosing, which in a sense either enhances or ruins the flavor depending on who you're asking.

But for now, all that matters is the strawberry bowl that remains still across from both you and Minori, a small bowl of chocolate remains on the side alongside with a bottle of whip cream next to the other side of where the strawberry bowl is. Silverware lie beneath the white napkin that had been neatly laid out in the courtesy of Minori herself before you've arrived.

Her intention for inviting you in the first place is to catch up on life, talk about the littlest things.. and perhaps let the strawberries have a place in your heart, and act as a sweetener.