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For a moment, he was at a loss.

"... It's a troublesome human being..."


"... And what if I am?" he proceeded to ask with a cold tone.

The girl seemed oblivious.
Instead, her eyes widened in delight as she continued to speak.

"It's nice to finally talk to you for the first time! ... Do you recognize me?" she asked.

He did.

"I don't."

At his answer, she blinked in surprise.

A moment passed.
Only then did she seem to realize that he had no interest in having a conversation.

"... May I take my order now?" he finally asked, more harshly than intended.

"Ah, o-of course," she said, meekly. "... What would you like?"

He told her.
She listed them down.

As the girl handed him his request,
she looked like she was about say something.

Just as she opened her mouth, she stopped herself.

Instead, she showed him an ear-splitting grin.

He turned away.

As he sat down, he could feel her gaze.

He decided to ignore it.

Then, he took out his book and began reading.

Today, it was Bach playing from the speakers.

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