Chapter 5: Not an intermission (1)

Like clockwork, the young man woke up from his sleep.

Patting over his bedhead, the young man walked out his room, heading towards the kitchen.

Opening the cooling box, the young man brought out some greens, a piece of protein and a carton of milk.

He whipped a quick stir fry, thinking of his plans for the day.

After finishing his breakfast, the young man took a quick shower and changed to his outdoor clothes.

Not bothering to completely dry his hair, the young man took his bicycle and made a quick trip to his fiancée's house.

Greeting her and her parents' good morning, they made some light conversations to pass the time.

After hearing the clock tower ring, the young man said his farewell to his fiancée's parents, taking his fiancée with him to work.

They were busy in their shop for the rest of the morning, him making clothes, her manning the reception.

During lunch, the young woman made a simple dish using the little kitchen they had in their shop.

The two made short work of their meals, then took a quick nap.

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When the clock tower rang, signaling the end of the break, the woman returned to the front desk, while the man prepared the goods that will be delivered that afternoon.

It took the man 2 candles to deliver all of them.

After returning to the shop, the started to prepare the materials that he would use for the next batch of clothing.

The woman as well went to flip the sign to 'Closed' and started cleaning up the front desk and store front.

When all work was finished, they once again rode on the young man's bicycle, but this time to go to the letters office.

The young man gave a letter to the elder woman by the front desk, addressed to his parents the next town over.

The three had some small talk, and the two excused themselves when the young woman noticed the day getting dimmer.

They got on the bicycle and the young man dropped of the young woman by her house.

Declining her offer to stay for supper, the young man proceeded to his own humble home.

Some light maintenance on his bicycle, a light meal by reheating yesterday's leftovers, and a quick shower to wash off the grime of the day, the young man then sipped his warm cup of tea as he let himself slip within his dreams.

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