Food for the Heart

Change of Heart

The words hit Momo like a truck. "R-Relax?"

"Exactly! You've always been all work no play, studying instead of partying, hell I bet you weren't even allowed soda as a kid! What you need is some time to just figure out who you wanna be and be that person!" Jirou began to walk back to the counter, "And to start, we need to get you some good food. Free of charge."

"F-Free? Are you sure?" Momo asked, pushing herself up. "I wouldn't want to-"

"You're doing it again." Jirou sighed, "Don't think, don't ask, just do. Also I can tell those heels are painful - take them off if you want, we're technically closed right now so nobody else will be coming in."

"Okay..." Momo slowly took off her heels and felt her bare feet touch the smooth surface of the cafe floor. She walked slowly over to the display of pastries and let her eyes wander, looking at the healthier options.

"You know that the sugar-free pastries are literally 10% of the whole selection right?" Jirou teased, "If you wanna relax you shouldn't put limits on yourself!"

Momo nodded, and began to lose herself in her decision. For once, she wouldn't decide on calories or sugar, but what she thought would taste best. She walked over towards the rest of the food, surveying every option. A smile played on her lips as she thought of being able to taste the cupcakes and the cookies and the cinnamon buns, and she began to drool slightly.

On the other side of the counter, Jirou got her first good look at Momo. She was a lot taller than herself, with the tied-up hair only adding to the height. She was fancily-dressed, but Jirou could still tell that she was well-developed, and she forced herself to walk away towards the counter and take a deep breath. "J-Just tell me what you want and I'll get it for ya."

"Damn." Jirou thought, "Just... wow." She watched as Momo picked out a cinnamon bun with a vanilla glaze, one of the shop's best sellers. "Here ya go!" She handed it over the counter, and watched Momo's eyes glow as she held it. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go ahead!"

Momo bit into the pastry, and a whole new world opened up to her. The sugar exploded inside of her mouth, giving her a feeling she couldn't quite explain other than pure bliss. She voraciously took another bite, savoring the flavors and the texture. "Jirou, I never knew it could be this fun to just relax! Thank you so much."

Jirou couldn't help but burst out laughing, confusing Momo. "This isn't even relaxing yet! This is everyday stuff! Here, come sit down again."

The two sat back down again, this time across from each other. Momo slowly finished her pastry, placing the plate off onto a side table. "So, how do we relax then?"

"Well most people, first off, would untie their hair. My mom always told me that the best feeling after a long day at work was to let her hair down." Jirou gestured upwards, "Obviously I can't let my own hair down, so I'm going off of her word here."

Momo nodded, and began to untie her hair. She took the first hair band out, holding it in her mouth as she undid the rest. She was so focused on untying her hair that she didn't see the immense blush forming on Jirou's face. What did get Momo's attention however was the loud clap of Jirou smacking herself in the face.

"What was that for?" Momo asked, "Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah, I thought there was a bug or something. Guess I missed."

"Your face is all red now, don't hurt yourself like that!" Momo giggled, "I'm not sure that smacking yourself is very relaxing." Momo's hair was now down behind her, with one long bang flowing over her right shoulder. Jirou was surprised at how different she looked. "So, what next?"