A gentle blush taints her cheeks as she smiled softly at you. Lucy gently placed a handmade bento in front of you, feeling her face heat up.

“I heard you’ve never had a handmade bento before, so I made you one.”

Lucy’s voice was so calm and sweet, her honeyed tone sounding like music to you. A smile graces her lips as she pulls out her own bento. Compared to the one she had prepared to you, it looks as if hers is slightly more messy, having put less effort in her own lunch than in yours.