The woman in front of me knows me.
I tried to push him through by mistake, but he knows his face and even finds out his name and college affiliation.
Even if I stumble here, if I come to the store every day, it matters the other way (oh and oh).
That's all I want to avoid.
After I made sure there were no other guests in the store, I decided to be ready.
"Sure, I'm Leon, but you?
"I've seen you before. I've never spoken directly to you..."
I don't know how to talk about it. That's all I had predicted already.
"Did I see you at the Royal School?
"Yes! I am enrolled in two years, my name is Ann. Hello, Leon."
I knew it.
A student of the Royal School?
There are more upscale shops along the way. It should have been quite unlikely we would have met.
Besides, I was totally oblivious to paying attention to guests my age because I was on the back.
Totally frivolous.
"Excuse me. This is a bakery, and I'm an employee. And you... Ann is a customer. Please refrain from sampling here. And the college thing has to be annoying to the store, so I keep it hidden from the public."
"Well, I was. I beg your pardon."
Ms. Ann immediately apologized. After all, she looks like this lady if you don't mind.
Shiatsu or well-educated.
"Do you know me from a face-to-face meeting?
"Yes, on the first occasion, we put it on the same table"
I saw Ann's face smiling nicely and remembered just a little bit.
I was not aggressive, so I was confused by others, but I do feel I was at the same table.
"I remember. However, I think she was introduced to herself as being from the country of skill."
"Well, you remembered!
The Royal College is also opening its doors to other countries...... not that.
People of other nationalities have a hard time getting eligible.
Permission from both countries is required, and tuition is higher than for the people of Dragon Country.
It must be obvious because there are a lot of taxes put into the Royal School.
Nevertheless, I have heard that applications from the countries of technology and commerce continue unabated.
This Ann must also be an important person to the extent that she is allowed to enroll.
Why don't you ask Her Majesty the Queen later?
"So, Mr. Leon... No, I think I should call you Mr. Leon."
"I'm younger, so what about Leon?"
I remember Rosana, a third grader, calling me Leon.
I don't know what you're doing, I hope you haven't been bullied. Somehow I don't hate him.
"Okay. From now on, I will call you Leon."
Mr. Ann grinned. From now on?
"Me, let me call you Anne."
"Yes.... Still, if you don't mind, even after this meal"
As I answered hiding the similarity in my heart, I just got an invitation.
I knew it, but I would go out of my way to enroll in a royal school from another country.
It would go without saying why.
"I'm sorry, but I still have work to do"
Ann's face was visibly depressed.
I don't have a lot of trouble getting sunflowers in the store.
"But it's possible if you change the day again."
"Well, is it? Thanks!
Ann's face is gorgeous. I have a very palpable look.
"Right. Let's acknowledge the letter from me. Are you sure about that?
"Yes, I'll be waiting for you"
"I'm sorry about that, but please don't go to the store. It's a lot of annoyance."
"Right. But what shall we do? I thought you could enjoy the taste of home."
Speaking of which, "Fluffy Blower" was a moving-country-style bread.
Dragon Nation-style bread is packed with contents, stiff and heavy.
It won't suit the people of the moving-country.
Many people prefer Dragon Nation-style bread because Dragon Nation people are used to it and it is good to eat.
Especially popular with people who work hard.
I'm used to the lighter and softer because my parents are moving-country.
"I won't show my face to the store, so you can just be careful during a long holiday"
If the class starts, they won't even come and buy it early in the morning.
"Really? Then try not to show your face during the holidays. I'll be home soon."
I see, into a long holiday, today is the second day.
It's about time we started going home. For this minute, I guess I wouldn't mind much.
"Then I'll send you a letter, thank you"
"Yes, I'm looking forward to it."
Ann left in a good mood.
In the evening, as soon as I returned to the dorm, I sent a letter to Ann.
The morning after that came a reply from Ann. Quick.
... but that's not all, Mr. Sillu showed up with a bouquet of flowers.
To Linda. He's my childhood friend.
"Did you do it again? He was so angry."
You mean the letter you sent to Anne yesterday?
You're supposed to have different grades, but you're fast on information.
"... how did you know"
The bouquet I got was there, and I started writing to Linda. This is the one you shouldn't be late for.
Even if the letters were trembling, that wouldn't do it.