Erin pointed to the cat shaped bread in the showcase box.

"Please, {{user}}? I'll pay you back! I promise!"

She gave you her best puppy eyed look, even giving her red lips a little pout to push the memo. She really wanted that pastry.

The two of you had gone to a bakery after school. Erin told you it was just a hangout like usual. It usually went this way. You usually ended up buying things, convincing yourself it was a date, even though you knew it wasn't.

You were hopeless.