Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

A fragrance that blossoms in silly talk and is not even told begins to flirt around. Take out the smartphone, check it out and nothing. You don't have any friends with me... Slip it into your pocket again and do your gaze toward the kitchen. The sound of stir-frying and moderate smell leaves the area under control.

Well, you can be ruled. Oh, it's curry. Mr. Waitress will bring it to you, but it belonged to the customer in the next seat. The smell of soreness will scatter all the way here. Oh, delicious. I want you to hurry up.

The jazz that flows through the store makes me feel somewhere. You've chosen a good song.