Ken wore a cap he had bought at the clothing store and sunglasses, while Tomo pulled his cap down as much as possible without it being too unnatural. Yuu looked as uncomfortable as Tomo was afraid. Furukawa looked excited, though. She said she’d bring all her friends, and Tomo deeply regretted bringing her. He looked at the sign above the door. Written on it in cursive with the Latin alphabet was the name of the café, Yoshimi. To the right of it was a stylised image of the cup they used.
He tried to swallow the lump in his throat, and he counted to keep his breathing stable. He felt his stomach turn and like he’d choke any moment. Though he might throw up before he even took a step inside. He had put his hands in his pockets and gripped the fabric in them in his fists with all his might.
