Chapter POV: Aki Miroku
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"Here's your package, miss," a man in his late twenties said as he handed me an A-4 sized envelope.
"Thank you."
The sun was high in the sky as I sat at a Starbucks cafe. It was quite warm, but nothing I couldn't handle. Curiously, the man who handed me the envelope didn't leave, but hovered over my table.
I read the material and didn't comment on its nature. Annoyed that he was still there, I asked politely. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Perhaps surprised, he shifted his eyes nervously in thought.
"Oh! Um... Nice weather we are having!"
"Yes. The weather is definitely pleasant."
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"...um, I just wanted to say that your English is very good! Do you come here often?"