A few minutes later, Kumoko Natsume walked over while balancing a tray of food, her delicate face beaded with small droplets of sweat.
As soon as Ikioi Ito saw this, he stood up frantically and took the tray of food from her. Smiling bashfully, he asked, "Kumoko-chan, do you still remember me?"
"I don't think so." Kumoko Natsume was very honest about this. Her sparkling eyes looked earnestly at Ikioi Ito for a few seconds, then she shook her head regretfully.
"Alright... It's fine, even if you don't remember me. We haven't seen each other for many years, after all." Ikioi Ito was initially disappointed, but after some thought, he brightened up again. When he was young, he had only come here once before, along with his father. It had almost been seven to eight years since then. It would indeed be unusual if she could still remember him.
