A Pretty Girl Has Her First Kiss Stolen By an Equally Handsome Classmate - Episode 2.14

Next, they headed to a nearby café.

Anticipating it would be crowded, they had made a reservation in advance. It turned out to be the right decision.

“Lucky! We got a window seat.”

“You’re right.”

The interior of the café was simple, decorated in white, giving it a refined and clean atmosphere.

It was a great choice for two girls to sit quietly and enjoy their food. Wakamatsu felt satisfied with her decision. They were guided to their seats by the window, facing each other as they sat down.

Wakamatsu ordered a hot coffee and an egg sandwich, while Mizuhara ordered a café au lait and a tuna hot sandwich.

“Making the rings was fun. Maybe next time we can try making perfume?”

“That sounds fun, but I actually like your usual scent.”

“Huh? I don’t wear perfume on weekdays, though.”

Mizuhara looked a little surprised, then muttered, “Then it must be your natural scent.”

“Don’t call it ‘natural scent’—that makes it sound weird.”

“Hehe, you smell like sweet milk.”

“Haha, what? Like a baby?”

Mizuhara shared a fun fact: people who naturally smell sweet tend to be popular.

As Wakamatsu watched Mizuhara speak with a proud look, their food arrived.

She took a bite of her sandwich and couldn’t help but say, “This is so good.”

Mizuhara took a bite of her hot sandwich and agreed, “It really is.”

They both smiled as they enjoyed their meal.

“Having the same taste in food is important, huh?”

“Yeah, it really is.”

Eating the same thing, feeling the same way about it, and sharing that moment together—it was a small but precious experience.

Wakamatsu took a sip of her coffee. The aroma filled her nose, and the warmth spread through her body, relaxing her.

As she gazed out the window between conversations, Mizuhara suddenly commented, “You look like a painting.”

She then pointed her phone at Wakamatsu.

“Look at this. You’re cuter than any influencer out there.”

“Mizuhara, you’re really good at taking pictures.”

“It’s because the subject is good. Seriously, you could make it in the entertainment industry.”

She was really complimenting her a lot today.

Wakamatsu took out her phone and returned the compliment.

“You’re beautiful too, Mizuhara.”

Mizuhara frowned.

“Hey, I’m really not that good-looking.”

“Huh?”

Surprised by her sudden self-deprecation, Wakamatsu stopped adjusting her camera.

“People don’t usually call me cute or pretty.”

“Aren’t you underestimating yourself?”

“I’m not being humble. It’s just the truth. After 16 years of living, I know what I look like.”

Mizuhara firmly refused to budge on the matter and took the last sip of her café au lait.

“…Mizuhara, you’re cute.”

“Ugh, are you still saying that?”

“Because I really mean it.”

She remembered the first time she visited Mizuhara’s house when she refused to go to school.

When she saw Mizuhara for the first time in a month, walking through the entrance, time seemed to stop.

Wakamatsu had been completely captivated by Mizuhara’s beauty.

“You’re beautiful. Sometimes, I can’t help but stare.”

Saying something so embarrassing made her feel like her face was on fire.

She turned her gaze downward, trying to hide her blushing face.

“I like you that much.”

But then, she noticed something strange—Mizuhara had stopped talking.

Worried that she had made things awkward, Wakamatsu cautiously looked at her.

To her surprise, Mizuhara looked unusually flustered.

For once, Mizuhara’s cheeks were slightly red, and she shyly looked away.

She was so cute that Wakamatsu felt dizzy.

Leaving the café, they headed to the shopping district.

Mizuhara had mentioned she wanted a new clock for her room, so they browsed some home goods stores.

Even though it was for Mizuhara’s room, she asked Wakamatsu to pick one.

Since Mizuhara’s room was mainly decorated in white and pink, Wakamatsu chose a simple silver desk clock.

“I’ll take good care of it.”

“Yeah, make sure you do.”

Seeing Mizuhara happily holding the clock made Wakamatsu’s heart race.

At Wakamatsu’s request, they stopped by a bookstore on the way.

She headed straight to the paperback section to browse.

She always chose books based on instinct—the cover design, the title, the tagline.

She picked whichever one matched her mood that day.

“Do you like books?”

“I started reading them on my commute to kill time, and now it’s a habit.”

“You look like this and you read books too? That’s crazy.”

“…What’s that supposed to mean?”

Before Wakamatsu could ask, Mizuhara had already wandered off to another shelf.

They stayed for about 20 minutes before Wakamatsu picked a book and headed to the register.

Maybe because today was a date, she had chosen a full-on romance novel.

It felt like her thoughts had been completely exposed in the form of a book.

Wakamatsu couldn’t help but laugh at herself.