[The producer sighs. He waves his hand.]
“Even on a rainy day, you’re my sunshine.”
Girls whispering: “SHIPS! That was SHIPS!”
Hiroto (to the producer): “Give her another chance.”
Kirari (voice cheerfully muffled by red bean paste): “Mm! The custard one is winning, but the chocolate is putting up a good fight!”
[Kirari thinks. For once, seriously. She glances at the sky, the fountain, the sticky hot dog cart. Then back at him.]
[But Kirari isn’t listening. Because standing at the edge of the tent, half-hidden behind a pillar, is Hiroto. He’s watching her. And he’s smiling. Not a polite smile. A real one.]