Friday evening. My daily routine when returning from work on weekdays is to visit the park near my house, and buy sweets from the store to split with Marisa.
"Delicious aren't they, Marisa."
Sitting on the bench, I eat an eclair I divided while talking to Marisa.
"Ye-, yeah. Definitely. Very delicious! Thanks as always Miss!"
Marisa replies without looking at me. Marisa and I always eat sweets together looking down, fidgeting while talking.
Surely, that's a lot of food for the still-child-size Marisa.
"That's right. Since tomorrow and the day after aren't work days, I won't be coming. Until monday."
I only meet Marisa on work days. I never come here on weekends.
"U-, understood... Come again, Miss."
"Of course. Well, I'll be going now. See you later, Marisa."