Silver Town, central pedestrian street.
Cynthia was pulling Sato along as she made the most agonizing choice of her life.
Seeing the bystanders packed three layers deep inside and three layers out around them, Sato could not help pursing his lips helplessly.
But as he watched Cynthia continue to agonize over her choice, a trace of indulgence slipped into Sato's eyes.
"Boss, one of every flavor!"
"Ah, we can't finish them all!"
Cynthia instinctively tried to stop him, but the Boss, who was under just as much pressure, had already sprung into action.
Before long, three triple-scoop ice creams with entirely different flavor combinations were ready.
After paying, Sato took one and handed it to Cynthia, then picked up the remaining two, one in each hand.
"Eat this one first. If you want to try the other flavors, trade with me."
Next moment, Cynthia lightly rolled her eyes at Sato before turning around and leaving without looking back.
The onlookers had been watching with great interest, but Cynthia's sudden turn startled them.
Perhaps her aura was too powerful. Everyone unconsciously made way, watching helplessly as Cynthia just like that left.
Sato stood there, dumbfounded.
"Did I... do something wrong?"
A few minutes later, Sato caught up with Cynthia. Her expression showed nothing unusual, yet her entire body radiated an unmistakable I'm angry.
Sato gently nudged her with the hand holding the ice cream.
Cynthia ignored him, merely holding out the ice cream that she had sampled every flavor from.
Sato hurriedly offered up the other two, ready to let her choose freely.
This time, Cynthia did not hesitate. She casually took the triple-scoop ice cream that was easier to grab and began eating it in small bites.
Sato blinked, a faint confusion still hidden in his eyes.
Why had she