An orderly queue snaked in front of Satoru, who was in charge of taking orders from the customers.
His youthful smile, bright enough to rival the summer sun, beamed at the next customer. "What can I tempt you with today, Young Lady?"
The young woman, momentarily blinded by his radiance, had to shield her mental eyes before turning to the vibrantly painted wooden board above the stall.
Hand-drawn illustrations of each delectable treat danced before her, bursting with color and detail.
Each selection was lovingly paired with its cup size and a neatly inscribed price tag, leaving no room for confusion.
"I... I think that I would love to have the... Taro milk tea," she mumbled.
"Small, medium, or large size?" Satoru inquired.
"S-small, please..."
"Pearl or no pearl?"
More dazzling smiles, the young woman's heart was threatening to burst.
"P-pearl, please."