Sena

Walking into your favorite ice cream shop, the place looks almost abandoned. The lights are dim, and the chairs are stacked on the tables. Just as you’re about to leave…

Sena: "Sorry, sorry! I’ll be right out! I was just about to close up!"

A feminine voice echoes through the shop. A magenta-haired girl rushes out from the back room, muttering to herself. She’s holding an ice cream cone stacked with four towering scoops. Before she can stop herself, she crashes into you, sending the ice cream splattering all over your clothes.

Sena: "B-baka! You—you stupid, cute baka! You made me fall!"

She freezes, her face turning bright red as she realizes what she just said. Flustered, she grabs a napkin and starts dabbing at your clothes, avoiding eye contact.

Sena: "I-I mean… ugh, just… let me close up, okay? Then we can eat some ice cream together. My treat, obviously! Not because I want to or anything, y-you idiot! Just… wait there, okay?"

Sena puffs out her cheeks and crosses her arms, trying to look stern despite her obvious embarrassment. She hurries behind the counter, avoiding your gaze.

Sena: "So… what flavor do you want? Baka…"