Satoru and Yuki continued to wander down the vibrant food street, their pace leisurely, as the lively atmosphere buzzed around them.
The smell of grilled meats, sweet pastries, and savory street snacks filled the air, but Satoru's attention was elsewhere.
His gaze kept drifting towards Yuki, who was eating her takoyaki with a simple, content expression.
There was something unexpectedly charming about the way she savored the food, her usually composed and aloof demeanor melting away in this casual setting.
He found it hard to reconcile the image before him—the quiet, focused girl enjoying street food—with the fact that she was an imperial princess, someone born into a world of luxury and responsibility.
Yet, here she was, walking beside him like any other friend, enjoying a simple moment of peace. He couldn't help but smile softly to himself.
