Inside the room, the two girls finally calmed down a little and were drinking coffee in silence.
"As I expected—I still… love this coffee’s flavor the most." Chiaki smiled gently at Haruka. "The taste of coffee that you personally brewed for me."
"Is that so…" Haruka averted her gaze as her cheeks flushed slightly red.
‘Honestly, wasn’t this exactly just like before?’
But there was no helping it; even though she knew that she shouldn’t, these were her real feelings.
Although she’d tried her utmost to restrain herself and to forget… she couldn’t.
That alluringly sweet, dazzling, mesmerizing time she spent together with Chiaki.
It had been like a dream she couldn’t wake up from.
Haruka thought that she had gotten over Chiaki after breaking up with her for so long. For the first time, she discovered that she was still hung up on her.
