out to lunch! || konoha & ayano
The summers here were considerably less hot than in Mekaku City, Ayano concludes.
It's pleasant, the blossoms of spring blowing away in a warm breeze to give way to the heat of summer. The air hums with the voices of cicadas and the sky is spotless save for a bright disk shining light down upon the city. A soft wind dances by, tickling Ayano's face. She inhales the summer air, smiling, and releases her breath with a content sigh. This is how summer should be.
It's not so hot that she feels parched, but the forecast certainly did encourage a sip of lemonade just to fit the mood. So, the brunette meanders her way through the Cafe Walkway, indulging herself with window-shopping while looking for someplace to snack. Lemonade and cookies sounded really good right about now -- or maybe an iced tea and scones. Either way, the feel-good beat of the summer called for some yummy snacks, in Ayano's opinion!
Minutes float on by as she takes her sweet time, and finally, she finds a place. A humble little bakery, by the looks of it. Not bustling with activity, but not deserted, either. A couple of people sit outdoors underneath blue-and-yellow umbrellas, chatting idly with friends or reading a favorite book. Ayano takes a moment to smile at the scene -- they all looked quite happy.
Upon deciding that this place seemed like a good rest stop, she lets herself in the bakery, the ringaling! of the overhead bell being the first thing to greet her. There's a small line, but she doesn't mind, and steps towards the person in front of her: a rather tall boy, probably so tall he could touch the ceiling with ease, with stark-white hair and alarmingly pink eyes. His entire appearance yelled "look at me!", from the oddly dyed(?) hair to the neon-accented outfit. Yet his eyes were vacant and elsewhere, his posture neutral and at ease, and he didn't say much of a word to draw attention to himself.
Tilting her head, Ayano can't help but think this person is... familiar. She wasn't entirely sure if they'd met before, or she had seen him somewhere, but at the same time-- Surely, this boy was an encounter nobody could easily forget.
"Ah, excuse me," she pipes up softly, loud enough so he can hear, but not so loud it would cause others to turn around in question, "I'm sorry, but -- have we met before?"
