As an international metropolitan city, there are definitely countless beauties dressed fashionably out on the streets. Even if I don't pay attention to them, I would often find women that catch my attention.
But even so, this person that's inside Lawson is a rare gem. I can't help but steal another look after seeing her.
Her brown-dyed hair cascades down like a waterfall, and two crystal-like accessories hang from her earlobes. Her eyes sparkle, looking as clear and beautiful as the eyes of deers in forests. She has plenty of charisma.
Out of courtesy and habitual shyness, I tear my eyes away from the girl and walk past her to the area where the fridge is.
During this process, I can't help but turn around to take a few more looks, but I suppress my actions to avoid offending her.
Hmm, which ice cream should I buy? I gaze at the transparent sliding door of the coolbox and fall into deep thought.
