Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I feel comfortable with air conditioning spraying from the ceiling. It's a large business. It's a little dull but still looks new.

The wooden interior of the store gives an indescribable flavour. I want to live here, for Christ's sake. I mean, ramen, ramen. Isn't anything too cruel for you?

I don't know if it's any resentment or harassment. I don't get sold fights. Me of doctrine. No, it's never cowardice. That's the kind of decision that determines action as part of encouraging self-growth.

I pushed the button and called the clerk. Her apron is white and clean.