Yu sighed, but smiled. “You’re impossible.”
Chika stood there, slightly soaked, holding a plastic bag with two warm cans of milk tea and a crumpled piece of paper. chika yoda
“I can’t, Chika. If I don’t fix this, we can’t order new costumes.” Yu sighed, but smiled
“Also,” Chika added, holding up the crumpled paper, “the store owner saw what I did. He said he used to be an accountant. I told him about your budget problem, and he wrote this down.” Chika. If I don’t fix this