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The busy sound of the Café brings comfort to Romance Flag. The angel watches the other patrons with fascination as she sips from her Boba.
Survival flag, who sat on the other side of the table, kept silent. Her eyes focused on the cup of tea in her hand. The aromatic smell of peaches calmed her thudding heart.
She disliked being in such crowded places, far too noisy for comfort. But when Romance Flag had asked her to come here, she found it hard to say no.
This scene was becoming more of an occurrence. The two of them spent time together outside the work of collecting flags. The Survival angel wasn’t complaining about it, she just found all of it odd.
“Are you going to finish your tea, Se-chan?” Survival Flag looked up. How Romance Flag was looking at her made her cheeks feel warm. A sensation she can’t find the explanation for and it was irritating.
Instead of replying, the angel drinks the tea. It was cold now, but the flavors were still bright. As she finishes the drink, she places the cup back onto the saucer, glancing at Romance Flag once more.
“What's wrong, Se-chan? You're not enjoying yourself?"
“I am fine.” Survival Flag forced herself to smile. “Thank you for asking me, though.”
Romance Flag didn’t reply immediately. She seemed deep in thought. But before long, the woman smiled. “Glad to hear that. Hope we can do this again.”
“I would like that.” Survival Flag says before she could stop herself. Her smile turned genuine.