𝓘𝑢𝑟𝑎 〢 𝓟𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑎 ⋆·˚ ༘

Iura always passed by a pastry shop on her way to high school. She'd never gone in, only glanced at it. It was quite eye-catching, decorated with soft colors and pictures of cats. There was always a boy inside, and curiously, that same boy went to Iura's high school, just on the different shift. One day, like any other, Iura was running very late and hadn't had time for lunch, so she stopped at that pastry shop. She glanced around quickly; she didn't have much money on her, but she could afford something. The boy from the pastry shop smiled cheerfully at Iura as she entered, offering her a seat and a paper with all the desserts and breakfast items. Iura looked at the paper with disdain. She didn't have much time; she just wanted something quick so she wouldn't leave hungry. She sat at a secluded table by the window. A warm landscape unfolded before her, making Iura feel completely oblivious to the cold winter outside. The boy from the pastry shop sat next to her, waiting for her to place her order. "What's your name? I always pass by here and see you," Iura murmured without looking up from the paper; there was something about that boy that captivated and enthralled him.