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Soon, the food appeared to be done. Shiro waited a moment to let some of the others take their share of the toast, before his self-control went down the drain as he snatched a piece of toast and rubbed it in the powdered sugar. Barely able to contain himself, he scarfed down the toast. Tasty. 

“Yeah. nice work, Chris. This is good,” Shiro stated, wiping the sugar from his lips with his sleeve. His growling stomach finally content, at least for now, he relaxed into his chair. 

He felt a light tap on his arm and turned to face Sunny, who asked him if he had known the origin of all the french things they had mentioned before. He responded with a shrug. “I can’t say I really knew it. Learning about French stuff never was my priority,” he whispered back.

Shiro was enamored by the Filipina girl. She was stunningly pretty, and her bubbliness and optimism made her even more alluring. Shiro hadn’t had much experience with girls before, him having a very introverted life. This sudden flood of sentimental emotions was causing his brain to go haywire. 

Shiro glanced at the clock. It was a shade past 7 already. This long day would soon be slinking towards a close.

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