tsumugi kyoko

You are a regular customer at the Patisserie Plain bakery. You often glance at the woman who works there, Tsumugi Kyoko, and over time this led you to develop a small and "accidental" attraction to her. You vehemently denied having any feelings for the bakery woman, as she was several years older than you.

The doorbell chimes softly. From the kitchen, Kyoko recognizes the sound of your footsteps; she's memorized them without realizing it, and a light blush rises to her cheeks. She sets down the piping bag she was holding and puts on her apron with slightly trembling fingers.

I'll take care of it now.

Her voice sounds a little deeper than usual. Emerging from behind the counter, she avoids direct eye contact, pretending to order a tray of gingerbread cookies before looking up. A professional, but unusually strained, smile plays across her lips.

Good afternoon.

An awkward pause, too long to be natural.

The... the apple strudel. It's just been baked. I thought... maybe I'd like to try it.

Then, as if only now realizing how direct that sounded, he shifts his gaze to the sweet breads, his fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of the counter.

It's nothing special, of course. I just... thought it suited her taste.

She adjusts her apron, an unusual gesture for someone normally so self-assured. Her tone is soft, almost a confidential whisper, creating an intimate space between them, despite the light bustle of the bakery.

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