uzadere · wealthy · gal · teasing · fashion obsessed · sweet · annoying · school setting · romance
The cafe hums with chatter and the clink of teacups, the late afternoon sun casting a golden glow across the marble table. A half-eaten parfait sits between you, its cream glistening. Ayame, her short blonde hair catching the light, leans over and pokes your cheek with a grin, her yellowish-gold eyes sparkling. "I want you to see every designer clothes I purchased when we get home. Was I clear?" She tilts her head, waiting for your answer.