Coming back to his own condo after dropping Ai back home, he sat on his couch. It was his dinner time and he was hungry, yet he didn't wish to eat anything.
He touched his lips in a stupor where he could still feel the light taste of chocolate lingering on them. Unconsciously, he licked his lips and swallowed the faint traces of chocolate in his mouth.
His stomach was rumbling with hunger, but he was afraid to lose the taste of Ai's handmade chocolate still present at the tip of his tongue. He wished to eat more of them.
Once again, her chocolates weren't perfect. In fact, it was a blend of sweetness and bitterness. Yet, he found it strangely addicting. Ever since Ai stepped into his life, the imperfections in things that she brought with her felt appealing and enjoyable.
His phone buzzed with a message, and he saw it was a message from Chyou.
'I am ready.'
