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the next day, kento found himself in front of your bakery, again. he pushed the door open, making you turn from the sound of the bell.

"good morning! nice to see you again, sir!" you smiled.

"good morning"

the closer he walked to where you were standing, the louder his heart beat in his ears. he couldn't understand how a stranger had this control over his system.

"what would you like today?" you asked.

kento swore you were an angel sent from heaven. your voice was like the softest melody he's ever heard— or as soft as the vanilla cream in the tart you gave him the previous day. and your smile was as sweet as the fresh strawberries there were on top.

"i would like the same sandwich as yesterday, please"

"to go?"

he checked his watch and frowned, realizing that he didn't have the time to sit at a table.

"yes... to go"

"would you like anything else?"

"what's your today's dessert?"

"red bean mochi!" you smiled.

"i would like four pieces, then"

you carefully placed them in a pink box, and wrapped a bow around it. you put it in a bag, along with the sandwich, before looking at him.

"anything else?"

"no, thank you"

he placed the money in your hand, eyes never leaving your face. he was trying so hard to understand what was it about you that made his heart skip a beat.

he quickly averted his gaze elsewhere, not wanting you to think that he was a creep.

what he didn't know, was that your heart was beating fast, too, and the flush on your cheeks was because of him and not from the hot temperature.