I Am Not a Sis-Con! ~ All the People Around Me Call Me One, but Isn’t It Just Because My Sister Is T

In about 20 minutes, fluffy pancakes were brought before us.

 

“Oh~!”

 

Sara was taking pictures with the camera on her phone as she excitedly exclaimed.

 

That also made me want to take a picture of it.

 

“I’ll take a picture too.”

 

I muttered to myself and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I launched the camera app and also snapped a few pictures.

 

“Now, let’s eat!”

 

When I finished taking pictures, Sara picked up a knife and fork and said, “Yeah.”

 

I grabbed a knife and fork, cut the pancake into bite-sized pieces and took a bite.

 

“Mmm, it’s delicious.”

 

Sara had a happy expression on her face when she took a bite.

 

Isn’t she just too cute?

 

“Indeed, it’s delicious.”

 

As soon as I put it in my mouth, I felt the fluffy texture.

 

The sweetness of the syrup and cream spread in your mouth without being too sweet.

 

No wonder it was so popular.

 

“It was worth the wait.”

 

Every bit put a smile on Sara’s face.

 

I wonder if I’m the only one who can see that kind of expression on her face.

 

With that thought in mind, I brought the pancake to my mouth.

 

“Thanks for the food.”

 

“Thank you for the food.”

 

In less than half an hour, we had finished our pancakes.

 

That was how delicious they were.

 

“Well, let’s go, shall we?”

 

I was about to reach into my pocket for my wallet when I heard, “Oh, Nii-San, no! It’s my treat today!”

 

Sara puffed out her cheeks.

 

Ah, this is bad. She’s too cute, I’m going to die.

 

Really, it must be a disease to look so cute with any expression.

 

I was really starting to think so.

 

“Ja~, I’ll take your word for it.”

 

“That’s all right.”

 

I wanted to look at her expression a little longer, but I put my wallet away in my pocket.

 

I watched from a little distance as she paid the bill. The price was barely visible from that distance.

 

Someone told me that it was good manners not to look at the price of a drink when a drink was bought for you.

 

“Nii-San, I’m done.”

 

After the bill was paid, Sara came up to me skipping.

 

I couldn’t help but love her.

 

“Thank you. Thanks for the food.”

 

“‘It’s all right. It’s a reward for Nii-San’s hard work!”

 

Sara said as she put away her pretty girlish purse in her bag.

 

“Well, what do you want to do after this?”

 

I asked Sara.

 

We had come all the way to Shinjuku.

 

It would be a shame to go home with just this.

 

“Yes, it would. I’m surprisingly full.”

 

Since we had pancakes, our stomachs were relatively full.

 

“That’s right. Anyway, let’s go for a walk.”

 

“Hai!”

 

After saying that, we walked side by side through the streets of Shinjuku.