At nine in the morning, the sun was already up in the sky.
The two agreed to meet in a nearby desserts shop.
When Luna arrived, Solomon ordered two custards.
For people their age, their presence was a sight of youth.
It had been ages since they had seen each other, so their hearts raced as they sat at the same table.
There was a sliced strawberry on the custard that Solomon had ordered for Luna. The pastry chef had even arranged it into a heart shape and topped it with condensed milk.
"Luna, try it." Although Solomon was now working, he was still a nineteen-year-old.
On his handsome face was a shy look, and he averted his eyes every few seconds.
Luna's heart skipped a beat.
Taking up the spoon, she scooped a small portion of the custard and ate it. It was sweet.
She then smiled at Solomon.
"It's delicious."
Solomon blushed.
Pushing his own custard, which had no strawberries, toward her, he mumbled, "Have more of it."
