The two left hand-and-hand, Momo suggesting that they have a cup of tea before they headed off to sleep. One swift text was sent by Jirou to a contact on her phone named "Sparkles Too Much" saying that the cafe needed to be cleaned during the holiday tomorrow, and the lights flicked off, leaving the man alone in the dark.
He silently slurped his soba noodles, the bowl seeming to never end. He chewed off a strand and sighed, looking near the place where Jirou and Momo had sat earlier. He let out a chuckle, and wordlessly got up and threw out his empty bowl. As he left, he took a pair of shades of of his pocket.
"I guess... you could say that their romance will be..."
He donned his shades and thrust open the door.
"Quirky."
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Food for the Heart
FanfictionDuring a freak thunderstorm, Momo, exhausted from an upsetting day, takes refuge in a nearby coffee shop where the barista, a short, purple-haired girl named Jirou, decides to teach her how to relax and think for herself.
