"Uh..."
"Let me try them on."
"They're not finished, just shoemaking tools."
"You're going to make shoes for me?" Kawashima Miki jumped up excitedly.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya blinked in confusion.
Kawashima Miki, who somewhat understood him, instantly turned cold.
One moment she was all sunshine, and the next, storm clouds rolled over, ready to envelop him.
"You jerk! Spending my money, using my shoes for inspiration, and making shoes for other women..." Miss Miki rushed over and aimed a kick at his face, "If I don't beat you to death today, then... ah... oof..."
The incoming kick was caught by Fujiwara Reya.
Then, as she lost balance and fell backward, Fujiwara Reya quickly lunged forward, pinning her down and planting a kiss on her pouting lips.
After struggling for a while, Kawashima Miki turned her flushed face away, her cheeks tinged with a charming blush.
