46-reunite (1/2)

And I want you to try one anyway. I'm proud to be from my hometown. ......

Shut up!　It stinks!　Invasive species!

One of the men pays off his hands.

Losing his balance, Ted let go of the paper bag he was holding in both hands and slumped to the floor with a thud.

'This garbage!　I can't get it in my mouth, by the way!

The next action the man took stunned me.

As I didn't know what I was thinking, the man kicked the paper bag of food away.

A manjuu popped out of the paper bag and rolled down the hallway in a heap.

Good grief. What a terrible thing to do.

I wonder if children in this era hadn't been taught by their parents not to waste food.

'Whoa!　Jeez, my own buns!

Ted held his head in his hands as he saw the manjuu lying strewn around in the hallway.

He seemed to be in a panic, as if he was very sad that the manjuu he had prepared for himself had gone to waste.

Should we stop the quicksilver?

I was trying to decide if I should help Ted or not.

'If you say so much, I'll take one,'

The manjuu rolled away and there was a girl with reddish hair that I recognized.

Her name was Eliza.

Ever since the entrance exam, she and I have had some kind of fated relationship.

Eliza, whom I hadn't seen in a long time, was wearing the school's designated uniform, a pleated skirt, with aplomb.

Eliza picked up the snowball buns that had rolled over and pecked at them and put them in her little mouth.

''Mmmm. Well, I'd say it's a 70. It's not bad, but it needs to have more of a local flavor.

Hmm. I haven't seen her for a while, but she seems to be the same as ever.