With a start, Miyako, woke up from her sleep as the alarm kept buzzing. Standing up to turn it off, she made her way to prepare breakfast in the kitchen before taking her bath. Thirty minutes later, she was set to begin her day. Leaving the room, she locked the door, and headed down the corridor linking the stairs and left the building.

Making her way to work, she completely forgot about the dream she had of a woman dressed in ancient attire, showing her different fighting skills coupled with spells and magic.

Miyako thought back to when she felt a slight impression on her forehead when she woke up. “I feel like I dreamt that Hikari came over and kissed me on the forehead?” Blushing as the thought crossed her mind. Deciding that it may just be a dream, she kept walking fast so as not to be late for work.

On arriving, the manager was already there as usual, after a greeting, she made her way to put her belongings in the shop locker, then began setting the store to get ready for the arrival of the customers.

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The day went by as the food café was bustling with activity, people going and coming in as they ordered off the menu. Later at her job, her boss called her aside that he had left some pastries for her in a wrapped paper towel to take with her when she leaves. Thanking him for his generosity, she took it from the utensil room countertop and placed it inside the locker.

At the grocery store, she made her way to begin checking out the shoppers until it was time for her shift to end, feeling tired and sore she took her bag exiting the store.

“I don’t think I can keep doing this job for long. I need to look for something that will pay well and wouldn’t require me working long hours,” thought Miyako.

On getting home, she decided to warm the pastries her boss gave her earlier at work, happy that this time there would be no need to prepare dinner as she made tea while settling on the tatami “wooden floor” to eat her meal.

“I don’t know if he eats human food, it would have been nice to share this with him. Anyway, why do I care if he does. I’m sure he’s forgotten all about me; he may already have someone waiting for his return.” For some reason, she felt bothered by the thought of a woman waiting for his return.