A small noise of discontent left her lips as she stood in front of some shelves, her fingers tapping her lips. Naturally she was out shopping herself, seeing that she needed some more food for her own household. But…
Should I buy this brand or that brand?
Her eyes narrowed at the jars of tomato sauce within her eyesight. She hated being indecisive when shopping, and she was quite prone to it. She also hated wasting time, but buying something that didn’t taste good was worse in her books. The sound of nearby footsteps interrupted her thinking, and she glanced up out of reflex.
What she saw…no.
Who she saw was someone she didn’t expect.
“…Reiji…? I haven’t seen you in ages! It’s been a long time…”
His eyes were definitely focused on the noodles he wanted to use. There are some certain brands he may find acceptable, but everything can differ by their own cooking time. He must find the perfect pasta that will follow along his recipe’s time.
Perfection takes time, of course… But, he can’t definitely sit there cooking his Carbonara for the longest time–it would definitely turn bad.
Ahead, a familiar scent of a human is on its way, but before he could say a word about it, a voice called out to him.
“Ah…Good Evening, Coney.”
