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One second.

Two seconds.

Three.

Neither of them spoke,
both equally startled by his sudden question.

"You shouldn't have asked that."



"... Doing what?" she finally asked after a moment.

The girl sounded genuinely confused.

He let out a low sigh before answering,
still holding his tray of orders in both hands.

His grip tightened.

"This. Talking to me every day."

He said his words sharply, then continued on.

"By now, I'm sure you already have an opinion of me.
If you think I'll show you kindness if you keep doing this, then you're wrong.

I am not a kind person.
I don't believe in compassion.

Aren't you tired of doing this all the time?
Every day, it'll always end up the same.

So why are you still trying?" he finished coldly.

She glanced to one side.

He waited for her to explain.

"The... reason?" she repeated. "Well... it isn't really anything special."

She turned to him once more and suddenly smiled, taking him aback.

Then, she answered in an earnest, straightforward tone:


"It's because you looked lonely."

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