Ricky held my hand tightly then we walked together. Along the way, his attitude changed drastically from the previous one. His confidence seemed to have disappeared. Because... I caught that once in a while he smiled while covering part of his face with his hands, and narrowing his beautiful eyes.
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This afternoon as usual. I helped Aunt Rosi look after her shop. Pretty quiet, apart from orders from a customer which I think is quite a lot. Maybe... for a party.
"Afternoon, Aunt."
My eyes caught the figure of Ricky, who was neatly dressed in a red plaid shirt and brown leather jacket. His hair also looks tidier, judging from his make-up... it looks like Ricky is about to go to an event that can be considered official.
"Want to take your order, Rick?" asked Aunt Rosi. Apparently, the pieces of bread were Ricky's orders, along with a tart that said happy birthday Mama. So, is Mama Ricky having a birthday today? But why do I not know?
