We advanced in the queue considerably. “Shall we”, with these words Calcilast-sama stared at the signboard.
Finally, the time has come to confront crepes.
Before my eyes is a mobile shop in a car. The sweet smell of crepes occupies the surroundings.
It’s just like there are tens of thousands troops. They’re attacking with sweet food… They’re a formidable enemy.
Calcilast-sama took out something out of his leather wallet and said.
“I would like the chocolate banana one… Err, Marikana?”
Surprised, I quickly replied “Chocolate cream please”.
No way, don’t I sound starved…
I’m more or less a lady and yet… Seriously reflect! Honestly.
The shopkeeper said “Got it. Just a minute!” and started cooking the batter on the round iron plate.