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Days off for Nagisa meant roaming around Iwatobi, or to simply wander about, go on a food-trip or maybe even shop for merchandise that will catch his eye as he goes around; sometimes, he even just goes picks random tickets at the train station to see where fate takes him – to sum it up, Sundays for him, if not booked with activities that involved swimming and having fun with his friends, were free time, which he used to he travelled around - without definite purpose (most of the time).
That said, you can now understand why it wasn’t such a strange thing for him to be in Tokyo, at a newly opened bakeshop that had been featured on the news article last week for the variety of cakes and other pastries they offered.
True to the article on the magazine he had read, the place was jam-packed, even though it was still early; undeterred with the quantity of the masses, he casually approached the counter. His eyes practically glittered when he saw the different types of sweets he could order, but he decided to stick to his favorite, so he ordered two slices of strawberry shortcake accompanied by a strawberry parfait.
His order took a good ten minutes to be completed, and he knew he could’ve used that time to look for an open seat, but he was far too excited to see how their shortcake and their parfait looked like.
They were worth the wait, though – but now --- he surveyed around --- there wasn’t any seat left for him to take.
Spying a lone customer not too far from him, he decided to take his chances, he picked up his tray and approached whoever he or she was.
”Excuse me, can I sit with you? There aren’t any free chairs left.”
