Early that morning, fine, dense snowflakes had been falling since before dawn. They grew larger and thicker by the minute, until walking outside had become difficult.
Rita stood at the entrance of the bookstore, waiting helplessly.
In her hands were the latest weekly magazine and a volume of Natsume's Book of Friends.
If she wanted these things, she did not need to come and buy them herself at all. She could have simply asked Iida Ayano to deliver a copy.
But there was no helping it... Mashiro Shiina, that grown-up little cutie at home, wanted them now! And she had to buy them herself.
She would not accept a free copy from Iida Ayano, saying that buying it was how she supported little Griseo.
But that foolish Mashiro had caught a cold a couple of days ago and still had not recovered. Rita could not possibly let her come out in weather this cold.
So Rita could only come and buy them for her.
Since it was not far, she had not driven...
Yet the weather had been fine when she came, and now she could not get back.
It had only been a light snow earlier, but it had suddenly turned into a blizzard.
She could only wait here until it eased before leaving. Otherwise, having the wind and snow lash her face would not be pleasant.
Looking at Griseo's works in her hands, Rita had to admit that the little girl was not only no worse than Mashiro at traditional art, but was even a little better than Mashiro Shiina at manga.
Especially when it came to storytelling, Mashiro Shiina was completely inferior to Griseo.
Even though Mashiro Shiina had improved considerably at plotting, she could only draw everyday stories like Griseo's new work, Non Non Biyori.
Rita