Tasty Treats, Oh So Sweet! [Nemu]

Tres Leches. It was marvelous, a single slice shining brightly in the chilled display, posed against the frozen custards and gelatos. Soft and spongy, golden and soaked in three lovely coats of milk, it jiggled ever so slightly on its plate as one of the assistants lifted it out of the case. You could see the bishie sparkles surrounding its glorious visage as it descended to the countertop. With the grace and form expected of a professional, he went to work. A few drizzles of syrup, a few drip-drops of lime green, oranges, and bits off pink gumdrops on the plate, and you could see roses in the backdrop. No little garnishes on the cake required. It was ready. Humblingly, this little slice of heaven was offered to a young girl who was at this point, beaming, smiles from ear to ear. And so was he. A satisfied customer always tickled him. "Good to see you're so happy with just a little slice. That will be five hundred and fifty yen, dear customer"  Ah, money. Parting was such sweet sorrow. But she had cake, and she had just the place in mind to sit and enjoy it: a little bench just outside the door with a new view of the street, great spot to do some people watching. After parting with her hard-earned pocket money, she politely bowed towards the clerk and scurried off towards the door; raven locks streaming in tow, a long, voluminous scarf fluttering in her wake. Wasting no time, she plopped her tush right on the pine, a plastic fork clenched in her left mitt, rising, aiming. There was no need for fancy, flowery words, not even a quick "itadakimasu." It was time to chow down.