bonjour,
— a starter for @lgcnathan ❤︎
mornings like this deserve something sweet and she’s already spotted it behind the glass: a golden, flaky pain au chocolat practically begging to be hers. “i want this… pain au chocolat, please,” she says carefully, the french rolling off her tongue with that particular soft lilt she’s picked up from her travels. not perfect, but enough to make the barista’s lips twitch in faint amusement.
she lets out a quiet breath, relieved she didn’t butcher the pronunciation too badly, and reaches for her phone. that’s when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye — someone lingering a step behind her in line. he’s tall, familiar in the way most trainees and artists are after enough hallway encounters, though they’ve never actually talked.
miho blinks, bows gently to be polite to her senior and returns her attention to the counter, fingers drumming lightly against it.
