The sun is still scorching, and the cicadas are incessantly chirping in the park.
Kitagawa Sakisa inadvertently glanced at his left little finger, "But I feel like, Hanpe, you're quite nice, not like a bad person."
"A good person? Hahaha."
Hanpe couldn't help but laugh twice upon hearing her words.
"Miss, you're the first person to say that about me."
His face returned to calmness.
"Does the Miss know what we usually do?"
Kitagawa Sakisa turned her head to look at him, her pupils focusing, asking, "Sell milk tea?"
"Does the Miss think we're just selling milk tea?"
In his thirties, Hanpe didn't even dare to look at her face, the face of a rich young lady.
"No... aren't you?"
When a girl says something she considers very ordinary in a casual tone, she most likely really believes it.
"I almost can't bear to shatter your naive fantasy, Miss."
Kitagawa Sakisa no longer looked at him but instead picked a leaf growing behind her and observed it in her palm:
