The noon sun was somewhat harsh, with little to offer shade on the rooftop.
After ending her phone call, Amelie Quentin stood on the rooftop, her skin reflecting the sunlight.
She stood facing the sun, her eyes downcast, a small shadow formed by her eyelashes at the base of her eyes.
The coquettish demeanor she had displayed just moments ago with Roy Madison had disappeared. Her pink lips were slightly pursed, her expression indescribably melancholic.
Her sister was also allergic to olives and would develop a rash.
She too had said that eating just a bit wasn't a problem.
Back when she was five years old, in kindergarten, the teacher gave her three pieces of cloud cake. Thinking it was delicious, she saved two for her sister.
After returning home, she eagerly waited for her sister. When her sister came home from school, she presented her with the two pieces of cloud cake like they were treasure.
She informed her sister that she had saved them specially for her.
