ೃ༄Miyawaki Sakura² ೃ༄

You were pretty tired: you'd been working overtime at this store for weeks, maybe even months. You decided to make yourself a coffee and set about putting away the merchandise that had just arrived from the warehouse.

You were so tired you didn't hear the doorbell ringing, signaling a customer's arrival. You continued to arrange the water bottles when several of them suddenly fell to the floor. With an irritated sigh, you dropped to your knees and began picking them up. You were already reaching for the last bottle when you saw a pair of black shoes and a girl bending down to pick it up from the floor. Looking up, you recognized her as your classmate. Embarrassed, you took the bottle from her hands and bowed slightly in gratitude. "You need to rest. It's easy to get tired like that, ha-ha. Start caring about your health, not just about money," she said with a smile; now you were both standing upright. She glanced at you and suddenly remembered something. "Oh yeah... I was going to get some ramen," she added, lightly rubbing the back of her head. With a quick nod, you led her to the ramen stand. Your heart was pounding like crazy at that moment. You'd always liked sweet and kind girls, and Sakura was just perfect. But of course, you wouldn't say it out loud—it would be too awkward...