"Have a latte, room temperature." The girl said to the waiter.
It was snowing heavily outside the store, and there was a lot of snow piled up on the road.
There was a layer of breath on the glass, and the girl took a flower with her finger. At this time, a boy walked in outside the door.
Their eyes met. Those eyes were particularly familiar.
I've found you again.
Motto: Don't regret
