"Yes, Kyouko-san?" He turned toward her from the end of the aisle. "Did you find what you were looking for?"
"Ah, yes." She held up a small bottle of sauce. "You don't have anything else you want to buy?"
"Not really. I'm good."
"Alright then... let's head to the counter."
Haruki gave a small nod and began pushing the cart as they walked slowly side by side.
Just as they turned the corner toward the checkout area—
"Ah, Kyouko-chan?" a voice called out.
Kyouko looked up, slightly startled. "Ah... Mrs. Minami."
An older woman approached them, holding a small basket. She glanced at Haruki, her eyes twinkling with curiosity. "Oh my, who's this young man? Kyouko~ you didn't..."
Kyouko quickly waved her hand, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. "Ah—no, no! This is my son-in-law."
Mrs. Minami raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. "My, your son-in-law, huh?"
"I thought he was your—"
"Ah, Mrs. Minami," Kyouko quickly cut her off, forcing a polite smile. "We really need to get going. We still have more errands after this."
She instinctively reached for Haruki's arm, gently wrapping her hand around it as if to steer him away. Haruki blinked in surprise but didn't resist; he just gave a small, respectful bow toward Mrs. Minami.
"Oh? I see, I see," Mrs. Minami grinned knowingly, clearly not convinced but letting it slide. "Well, take care, Kyouko-chan. And don't let that one get away." She gave a teasing wink toward Haruki.
Kyouko just nodded quickly and started walking, her hand still lightly holding Haruki's arm as they moved toward the counter, her pace slightly faster than before.
After a short moment, she let go and softly said, "Sorry about that... She talks a lot."
Haruki smiled. "No worries. You handled it pretty well, actually."
Meanwhile, Mrs. Minami stood frozen for a moment, watching the two of them walk away. Her lips slowly curled into a grin.
"Oho~ now that's something worth talking about..." she whispered to herself.
She folded her arms and tilted her head slightly.
"No way that boy's her son-in-law. That man is too fine to be just 'family.'"
With a little huff and a sparkle of mischief in her eyes, she turned on her heel.
"Can't wait to at our little tea chat this week. The neighborhood's going to love this."
As they walked toward the checkout counter, Haruki felt a strange warmth spreading in his chest. Kyouko's hand was still gently wrapped around his arm—small, soft, and so naturally warm it made his heart beat just a little faster.
He didn't look at her, but he could feel her presence close by, like a calm warmth beside him. He didn't know why, but it felt... nice. Really nice.
They arrived at the counter, and the cashier began scanning their items.
As the last item passed the scanner, Haruki casually took out his card and tapped it on the pay terminal.
"Ah, Haruki—you didn't have to pay for that," Kyouko said, a little surprised.
Haruki gave her a small smile.
"Hmm? Don't worry about it, Kyouko-san. I just... wanted to pay."
She looked at him for a moment. Then her eyes softened behind the mask, and she gave a tiny nod.
They both walked to the parking lot side by side. Kyouko didn't carry a single bag—Haruki had taken everything, holding the grocery bags like it was nothing.
"Not heavy?" Kyouko asked, glancing sideways.
Haruki smiled. "Not really, Kyouko-san. Don't worry about it."
"Okay..." she replied, though a faint part of her still felt a little guilty.
Once they reached the car, Kyouko unlocked it and popped open the trunk. Haruki carefully loaded everything inside.
They got into the car—Kyouko in the driver's seat, Haruki in the passenger's. She removed her facemask and set it aside.
Haruki looked at her, his eyes naturally drawn to her now-visible face. Even after the supermarket air and walking around, she looked beautiful. Effortlessly beautiful.
Kyouko adjusted the mirror and asked, "Do you need to go somewhere before we head home?"
Haruki, still a little caught off guard by her bare face, smiled without realizing. "I don't know..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"Maybe we should go eat?"
Kyouko blinked. "Eat?"
"Yeah. I mean... it's already lunchtime, right?" He scratched his cheek. "I thought... maybe we could just grab a quick bite somewhere? If you're okay with it."
Kyouko looked at him, a faint smile forming. "...Hmm. I guess it's been a while since I ate outside."
She looked ahead for a moment before shifting into gear.
"Alright then. Let's find a place to eat."
Kyouko drove steadily, her hands relaxed on the wheel. The soft hum of the engine filled the quiet space between them.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked, keeping her eyes on the road.
Haruki glanced at her and smiled. "I don't mind. I'll leave that to you."
Kyouko let out a gentle chuckle. "Hmm... well, I think there's a restaurant around here that I used to go to a lot."
She made a slow turn at the next junction, scanning for a familiar spot. A few minutes later, they reached a small, cozy-looking restaurant, but the parking lot was nearly full.
"Looks like parking is a bit busy today," Kyouko mumbled, squinting ahead.
Haruki leaned slightly forward, looking around. "Ah, Kyouko-san, I saw a space over there—right at the corner."
Kyouko turned her head, noticed the spot, and nodded with a soft smile.
She turned the wheel and slowly backed into the parking space.
Once parked, she pulled the handbrake and turned off the engine.
Haruki stepped out first, walking around to the driver's side just as Kyouko was getting out. She smiled, casually brushing her hair back from her face as the breeze caught it.
"Shall we?" she asked.
"Yeah," Haruki replied, matching her pace as they headed toward the restaurant entrance side by side.
Once they were inside, the warm scent of grilled food and spices welcomed them.
They were guided to a booth by the window, and both took a seat across from each other. Moments later, the waiter arrived with a small notepad.
"I'll take Set A," Kyouko said politely, "and juice for my drink."
Haruki scanned the menu briefly. "Hmm... I'll go with this set," he pointed, "and coffee. Hot, please."
The waiter nodded and left them with a smile.
While waiting, they both pulled out their phones. The restaurant had a calm ambiance, with background music playing softly as customers chatted quietly around them.
"Haruki, look at this trendy video," Kyouko said suddenly, tilting her phone to show the screen across the table.
"Oh? Which one?" Haruki leaned forward slightly, squinting at the video thumbnail.
"This one," Kyouko replied casually. She then glanced at the open space beside her on the cushioned seat. "You can sit next to me if you want. It's easier to watch."
Haruki looked up at her for a moment. There was nothing strange in her tone—just casual friendliness.
"Okay," he said with a small nod, getting up and sliding in beside her.
Their shoulders brushed lightly as they both leaned toward the screen. Just two people watching a video—close, but not too close.
Haruki caught a whiff of her soft fragrance again, clean and sweet, like a fresh morning breeze. Kyouko, on the other hand, just smiled and played the video.