11 11 Dear Angel, First (2/2)

Naturally no match for something authentic like baking in a pizza kiln, but we handle everything from standard toppings to toppings that make kids happy, and some of them will fit their mouths at midday.

He received the menu table at midday when he got on with the topic change and is looking through quickly.

The transparent scorched tea eyes were nailed to various pizza pictures.

The eyes that don't usually float with emotions also look lively and radiant somewhere at this time.

(... Could it be that you're quite looking forward to it)

In the middle of the day, which seems to be heartless or softening, I look at the menu for a little while, and then I point to a pizza for the party where I can enjoy four modest flavors: ”Then this is good”.

I'll look at this one as I peek. My eyes sparkled slightly when I admitted it at midday.

The expression seemed slightly delightful, so Zhou smiled bitterly, typing in the phone number advertised with his smartphone in one hand.

I was eating pizza, which arrived about an hour later, early at midday.

Although it was a little grated from which to eat because it has four flavors to enjoy, they decided at first on a flavor with plenty of bacon and sausage.

Not surprisingly, in the middle of the day, when I discovered that I was a lady, I grabbed the pizza with a small mouth.

It is probably a gift of education that the way you eat, whether it's a hand grip or not, appears to have some kind of object.

Now, it made me feel similar to the adorability of seeing and feeling something small like a small animal somewhere.

She looks strangely cute with her eyes narrowed and cheeks slightly loose on the stretching cheese.

I usually looked grown up and actually had a calm atmosphere, but now midday is the right atmosphere for the year.

hahmm, and in the middle of the day enjoying pizza with my little mouth, I want to stroke my head asexually.

”... anything?

”No, don't eat it like it tastes good”

”... don't look too hard”

However, when I frowned reluctantly, it wasn't cute either.

”... I don't know, you're not really cute”

”You don't have to. Instead, I thought you'd just be creepy if you acted like a regular school now.”

”Well yeah. I'm more used to seeing you this way than you at school.”

I have little contact with midday at school, and I've never talked to him.

I just occasionally see you smiling beautifully, equally gentle to everyone and without a minute's gap.

Instead, I see a bad part of my affection in front of me right now.

The original midday is probably this way, and the school activates the go out mode.

”As far as I'm concerned, this one doesn't have to be tired.”

”Would you prefer not to be cute”

”Don't hold it in the roots, you.... I don't know what you're thinking at school.”

”Is it primarily dedication and class content?”

”You can do that kind of mess, you.”

Hold one thing in my belly. Yes, I said it in the sense that I caught it in the middle of the day as it was.

As for him, he doesn't mean to get bogged down. He looks subtly dissatisfied with his eyes.

”It's not, I don't see the inside. So, it's easier to be honest with emotions, even if they're a little less affectionate, than not knowing what you're thinking.”

”... can't you behave in school?

”I don't think so because it's a virgin art. I just don't know if I'm tired.”

”Nothing. It's been like this since I was little.”

”Muscled?”

A habit from an early age can also make that behavior snort on the board, but it also means that I intentionally tried to stay with the 'ideal good boy' and had to.

However, it is very impossible to pursue a domestic environment that can be slightly perceived.

”... wouldn't it be nice if we had a place to breathe? As it turns out, I'm the one taking my breath off.”

”... you don't catch your breath because you watch and you get all sorts of irritated”

I'm sorry about that.

I laughed a little strangely at midday if I flaunted my shoulders.