"Yeah, let's ask Haruka about his plans when he gets back,"
Reiko Onodera piled her black hair on top of her head, revealing her gentle and mature cheeks.
Although Madam was not that old, only in her late twenties, every move she made exuded a charming and mature aura. As she lifted her arms to tie up her hair, the magnificent rise and fall at her chest was displayed outright.
"What would you like to eat tonight, little Misaki? I can make anything for you!"
"You've worked hard at the café this afternoon. It always feels like we're mother and daughter when we go out together. If only Risa could be as well-behaved and sensible as you. Actually, Misaki, I've always wanted a daughter, lively, cheerful, and cute... just like you..."
The tender and soft voice echoed in her ears, an everyday casual conversation, but to Misaki Saki, it sounded somewhat bitter...
