I sometimes spied her.
We resembled other street couples.
I thought of "happiness."
Happiness may be a simple sensation.
Daina's eyes lingered on a strawberry cake in a dessert store.
"Daina, want dessert?"
I recommended.
"Okay!"
Daina nearly sprang up and hugged me.
With my arm around her waist, I ordered two strawberry cakes.
When I observed Daina enjoying her cake, I thought it tasted nice too.
Daina smiled, "It tastes great."
"I like strawberry pastries. I didn't think you'd share my taste.
If you enjoy cakes so much, I'll take you to Marge Island.
Daina was shocked.
Isuggested we stop by on our way to the castle since we both loved strawberry pastries.
Strawberry pastries disgusted me.
Daina had me order a sickly-sweet dessert.
I suppressed these ideas. I lied to he
