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艾兒是一名剛從甜點學校畢業的資優生，對美好的甜點師生涯抱有憧憬。
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偶然遇見了傳說中的甜點師正在急徵同行。
雪。一名開著雙層巴士改裝的行動餐車，四處旅行。
！安排一場偶遇契機。
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艾早就耳聞這位活傳說，簡直是求之不得的機會，立刻答應下來，卻沒想到，這根本形同同居生活。
！描繪雙層巴士的生活機能齊全，唯獨寢室的部分只有一組雙人床房間。
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二人關係升溫，雪似乎不以為意，艾兒卻開始胡思亂想。
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Arte had graduated from pastry school at the top of her class, armed with excellent grades, an unreasonable amount of confidence, and a very clear picture of the career she wanted.
A proper pastry kitchen. A respected chef. Her own creations displayed behind spotless glass.
Preferably with people applauding her talent.
She had not, however, planned on finding her first real opportunity on the side of a highway.
The vehicle was impossible to miss.
It was a double-decker bus painted in soft, understated colors, with a serving window cut into the lower level and a handwritten sign propped beside it:
Icy's Patisserie — Today: Somewhere.
Arte stared at it.
"Somewhere?"
A woman stepped out from behind the serving window carrying a tray of freshly baked pastries.
She was tall, pale-haired, and composed enough to look completely out of place standing beside what was essentially a traveling bakery.
Icy glanced at the sign.
Then at the road.
Then back at the sign.
"Wrong place?"
Arte blinked.
"No. I'm looking for Icy."
"Oh."
The woman nodded.
"That's me."
Arte nearly dropped her portfolio.
It was *her*.
The legendary pastry chef who had apparently abandoned the idea of owning a permanent shop and instead turned a double-decker bus into a fully functional mobile kitchen.
Arte had read about her for years.
She had studied her recipes.
She had watched interviews.
She had even attempted one of Icy's signature desserts during her final exam.
And now the woman was standing three feet away from her, holding a tray of cream puffs as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world.
"I heard you're looking for an assistant."
"Yes."
"I'll do it."
Icy looked at her.
"Fast."
"I've been looking for you for twenty minutes."
"Still fast."
Arte folded her arms.
"I'm a pastry school graduate."
"I know."
That stopped her.
"...You know?"
"I saw your application."
Arte's eyebrows rose.
"You actually read it?"
"Yes."
"And?"
Icy considered this for a moment.
"Your handwriting is bad."
Arte's smile twitched.
"My *handwriting*?"
"But your desserts look good."
"...Thank you."
"You're hired."
That was how Arte's dream career began.
It also took approximately three hours for her to discover the catch.
The bus was not merely a food truck.
The lower floor contained a compact professional kitchen, storage cabinets, refrigeration, a washing station, and even a small dining area.
The upper floor was a completely functional living space.
A sitting room.
A tiny office.
A bathroom.
A shower.
A surprisingly well-equipped kitchenette.
A washing machine.
Everything was arranged with the efficiency of someone who had spent years living on the road.
Arte slowly looked around.
"This is... actually impressive."
Icy nodded.
"Mm."
"You live here?"
"Yes."
"Full-time?"
"Usually."
Arte looked toward the stairs.
"And where am I supposed to sleep?"
Icy pointed upstairs.
"Bedroom."
Arte followed her.
Then stopped.
There was one bedroom.
One.
And inside it was one bed.
A very comfortable-looking double bed.
Arte stared.
Icy stared at the bed.
Then at Arte.
Then back at the bed.
"Oh."
Arte's face heated instantly.
"'Oh'?!"
"There's only one."
"I can see that!"
Icy tilted her head.
"You want the sofa?"
Arte looked back downstairs.
The sofa was small.
Very small.
She looked at the bed again.
"...No."
"Okay."
Icy walked away.
Just like that.
Arte remained frozen in the doorway.
'Okay?!'
She had imagined her first job with Icy countless times.
Learning secret techniques.
Creating beautiful desserts.
Traveling across the country.
Maybe becoming a famous pastry chef herself.
She had never imagined sharing a bed with her.
Especially not on the first day.
And somehow, the worst part was that Icy didn't seem bothered in the slightest.
That woman was either unbelievably calm...
Or completely oblivious.
Probably both.
The first night, Arte lay rigidly on one side of the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Beside her, Icy was already asleep.
Or at least appeared to be.
Arte carefully shifted an inch away.
The mattress moved.
Icy's eyes opened.
"Cold?"
"No."
"Then?"
"Nothing."
"Okay."
Her eyes closed again.
Arte stared at her profile in the dim light.
'How can she be this relaxed?'
Another inch.
Icy's hand suddenly reached across the mattress and caught the edge of Arte's blanket.
She pulled it back over Arte's shoulder.
"You're uncovered."
Arte went completely still.
"...Thanks."
"Mm."
Icy went back to sleep.
Arte's heart did not.
This was going to be a problem.
A very serious problem.
Because the longer they traveled together, the more Arte began noticing things she absolutely did not need to notice.
The way Icy always remembered exactly how much sugar she preferred in her coffee.
The way she silently left the warmer side of the bed to Arte whenever the nights became cold.
The way Icy would casually lean against her while reading recipes, apparently unaware that their shoulders were touching.
The way she sometimes looked at Arte for a second too long.
Or maybe Arte was imagining that.
Probably imagining it.
Definitely imagining it.
One afternoon, Arte was decorating a batch of miniature fruit tarts when Icy appeared beside her.
She leaned over the counter.
"Pretty."
Arte glanced sideways.
"The tarts?"
"Yes."
A pause.
"...Obviously."
Icy looked at her.
"Your face too."
Arte froze.
The piping bag in her hand stopped moving.
Icy reached over, calmly picked up one of the finished tarts, and walked away.
"Good work."
Arte stared after her.
Her cheeks slowly turned pink.
'She did that on purpose.'
There was no other explanation.
The woman was a menace.
A beautiful, emotionally unreadable, completely shameless menace.
Arte looked down at the ruined cream decoration beneath her piping tip.
"...I hate this job."
From the other side of the bus came Icy's voice.
"No, you don't."
Arte's face became even hotter.
She hated that Icy was right.
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第一個晚上，艾兒內心澎湃跳著，她喜歡女孩子，無庸置疑，她從來沒懷疑過自己的性向，甚至引以為榮。
她甚至不否認自己對雪的崇拜還有一部分的...那種喜歡。
但...太尷尬了，而且如果雪不知道，這樣不是很失禮嗎？
她把自己捲在床鋪最邊邊，盡可能離雪更遠。
！安排雪睡夢中不知不覺就抱過來。
讓她瞬間慌亂。
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That first night, Arte's thoughts refused to settle.
She had never been confused about liking women. Not once. It was simply part of who she was, something she had always been comfortable with—and even proud of.
And if she was being completely honest, her admiration for Icy had never been entirely innocent.
There had always been another kind of attraction mixed in with the professional awe.
She just hadn't expected to be sleeping beside the woman herself.
'This is so embarrassing.'
What if Icy didn't know?
What if she found out?
Wouldn't it be incredibly rude to lie there beside someone while secretly thinking about her like that?
Arte curled herself toward the very edge of the mattress, putting as much distance between them as physically possible.
There.
Safe.
She kept her back to Icy and pulled the blanket almost up to her chin.
'Just sleep.'
Easy.
She could do that.
Except the mattress shifted behind her.
Arte froze.
She waited.
Nothing.
Maybe Icy had simply turned over.
Good.
Then, sometime later, something warm settled against her back.
An arm.
Arte's eyes snapped open.
She didn't dare move.
Icy had apparently rolled toward her in her sleep, one arm resting loosely around Arte's waist.
Arte's entire body went rigid.
'No.'
She stared into the darkness.
'No, no, no.'
Icy shifted slightly closer, apparently searching for a comfortable position without ever waking.
Arte clutched the blanket.
Her heart was pounding so loudly she was convinced Icy had to hear it.
'She's asleep.'
That was the only thing keeping Arte from completely losing her mind.
Icy didn't know.
She wasn't doing this on purpose.
She was just asleep.
Completely innocent.
Arte swallowed.
Very carefully, she tried to inch forward.
Icy's arm tightened around her instead.
Arte froze again.
"..."
She stared helplessly at the wall.
This was impossible.
She had spent the entire evening worrying about accidentally making Icy uncomfortable.
Now Icy was the one holding her.
And somehow, that made everything ten times worse.
Arte squeezed her eyes shut.
'I'm going to die.'
Behind her, Icy remained peacefully asleep.
Arte, meanwhile, spent the rest of the night wide awake.
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冷靜，艾兒，這沒什麼大不了的，況且，不正是自己夢寐以求的嗎？...不對！說什麼啊！雪根本就不知道自己的小打算！
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艾兒完全無法從雪的環抱中抽身，終於，等到雪翻身的機會，她迅速從床上跳下來，跑去那張小沙發上睡覺。
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翌日一早，艾兒朦朧醒來，雪正困惑的看著自己。
她嚇了一大跳，瞬間脹紅了臉。
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「床不好睡？」「太小？」「我床癖太差？」雪連珠炮的簡短問著。
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「不...」艾兒漲紅臉，這要我怎麼說出口？？？
「我...冷氣有點太冷。」
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「哦。」
雪信了。
逃過一劫，暫時。
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'Stay calm, Arte. This is no big deal.'
'Besides, isn't this exactly what you've always dreamed of?'
'...Wait. What am I even thinking?!'
Icy had no idea.
She had absolutely no idea about Arte's little secret hopes.
The thought alone made Arte's face burn.
'I can't do this.'
She tried to pull away again.
Nothing.
Icy's arm remained around her like a surprisingly effective restraint.
Arte stared at the darkness, trapped in the embrace of the woman she had admired for years.
'This is torture.'
Eventually, fate took pity on her.
Icy shifted in her sleep, her arm loosening for just a moment.
Arte's eyes flew open.
Now.
She slipped out of the bed with the speed of someone escaping a crime scene, grabbed her pillow and blanket, and hurried downstairs.
The tiny sofa was barely large enough for one person.
She didn't care.
She curled herself up on it and closed her eyes.
'Much safer.'
It took her less than a minute to fall asleep.
The next morning, Arte woke to someone staring at her.
She opened one eye.
Icy was standing beside the sofa, looking genuinely puzzled.
Arte jolted upright.
Her face immediately turned bright red.
"You're awake."
"Y-Yeah..."
Icy glanced at the bed upstairs, then back at the tiny sofa.
"Bed uncomfortable?"
Arte froze.
"Too small?"
"No—"
"Do I sleep badly?"
"Not that either."
Icy's questions came one after another, short and completely matter-of-fact.
Arte's brain went into emergency mode.
'How am I supposed to explain this?!'
She couldn't exactly say:
I ran away because you hugged me in your sleep and I completely panicked.
Absolutely not.
Her face burned hotter.
"I..."
Icy waited.
Arte looked away.
"...The air conditioning was a little too cold."
Silence.
Icy nodded.
"Oh."
She believed her.
Just like that.
Arte let out the tiniest breath of relief.
Crisis averted.
For now.
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當天，艾兒先協助了簡單的工作，和熟悉雪的烘焙設備。
廚房的走道並不算寬敞，即使在雙層巴士改裝來說，已經設計的相當流暢。
每當雪側著身子從艾兒身旁經過，她都會幾乎屏住呼吸。
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當天的食物，幾乎就是二人的烘焙試做品。
這應該是夢想中的生活，卻因為艾兒的小私心，變得不那麼坦率。
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當晚，艾兒又想去沙發睡，卻被雪一把從後方捉著肩膀「上樓睡，我調整了溫度，別擔心。」
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....又一次，尷尬的折磨這次沒有藉口逃走了。
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The rest of the day passed in a strange mixture of work and discovery.
Arte helped with the simpler tasks first, learning the quirks of Icy's equipment and the way everything had been arranged inside the bus.
The kitchen wasn't exactly spacious.
Even by the standards of a converted double-decker, the narrow aisles had been designed remarkably well. Every counter, shelf, oven, and storage compartment had its place.
There was very little wasted space.
Which also meant there was very little space to get out of someone's way.
Whenever Icy turned sideways to slip past Arte, their shoulders nearly brushed.
Every single time, Arte held her breath.
"Excuse me."
Icy's voice came from right beside her.
Arte immediately pressed herself against the counter.
"Go ahead."
Icy slipped past.
Her sleeve brushed Arte's arm.
Arte stared straight ahead until Icy had disappeared around the corner.
'Normal.'
She had to act normal.
This was just a kitchen.
People worked in kitchens together all the time.
There was absolutely no reason for her heart to react like that.
By the end of the day, most of what they ate consisted of their own baking experiments.
A slightly misshapen tart here.
An experimental cream filling there.
A batch of cookies that had come out better than expected.
It was, in many ways, exactly the life Arte had dreamed of.
Traveling with a legendary pastry chef.
Learning directly from her.
Spending her days surrounded by the smell of butter, sugar, and freshly baked pastry.
And yet, because of her own little selfish hopes, Arte couldn't quite be as carefree and honest as she wanted.
That evening, when they finished cleaning up, Arte glanced toward the stairs.
Then toward the little sofa.
Maybe she could sleep there again.
It would be easier.
She had barely taken one step toward it when a hand caught her shoulder from behind.
"Upstairs."
Arte nearly jumped.
Icy had appeared behind her without a sound.
"I—"
Icy pointed toward the stairs.
"I adjusted the temperature. Don't worry."
Arte stared at her.
"...You did?"
"Mm."
Icy released her shoulder and walked upstairs as though the matter were already settled.
Arte remained where she was.
There was no excuse this time.
No freezing air conditioning.
No uncomfortable sofa.
No emergency escape route.
She slowly looked up at the stairs.
Then sighed.
"...Right."
She followed.
The awkward torture was back.
And this time, there was nowhere to run.
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「雪前輩...」
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「不需要前輩，叫我雪就好了。」
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「..跟女孩子睡一起，不會尷尬嗎？」
「為什麼要尷尬？」
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「因、因為！」
「？」
「如果，不小心喜歡上彼此怎麼辦？」
「妳是說女孩子之間的戀愛？」
「對...對啊！？」
「哦。」
「哦？」艾兒吞了吞口水。
「沒有怎麼辦。」
「欸？」
「那就在一起看看。」
咚！
艾兒感覺腦袋刷白了一片。
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"Master Icy..."
"You don't need to call me that. Just call me Icy."
Arte hesitated.
"...Isn't it awkward, sleeping with another girl?"
"Why would it be awkward?"
"Be-because..."
Icy looked at her.
"?"
"What if..." Arte swallowed. "What if we accidentally fell in love with each other?"
"You mean a relationship between two women?"
"Y-Yeah! Exactly!"
"Oh."
"..." Arte swallowed again.
"'Oh'?"
"There wouldn't be a problem."
"Huh?"
Icy said it as casually as if they were discussing tomorrow's breakfast.
"Then we'd try being together."
Thump.
Arte felt her entire mind go blank.
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很快的。
雪靠在艾兒肩上睡著了。
神情是那麼平靜、悠然。
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艾兒看著她的睡龐，雪不僅是自己的前輩、仰慕與學習的對象，更是自己的老闆。
她卻滿腦子都是別的。...
是雪好美。
是那霜白色髮絲好柔。
是那柔和的睡龐好可愛。
彷彿...彼此已經是戀人了。
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『艾！』她輕輕拍了自己的臉頰。
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雪動了一下。
「有蚊子？要我點薰香嗎？」
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「不..可能是幻覺。」
「哦？」
『原來她醒著嗎？？？』艾。
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Before long, Icy fell asleep with her head resting against Arte's shoulder.
Her expression was so peaceful, so completely at ease, that Arte almost forgot how nervous she had been.
Almost.
She looked down at Icy's sleeping face.
Icy wasn't just her senior.
She was the pastry chef Arte had admired for years, the person she had dreamed of learning from.
And now, technically, she was also her boss.
Arte's thoughts should have been filled with recipes, techniques, and everything she could learn from her.
Instead—
She's beautiful.
Her pale, almost frost-white hair looked incredibly soft.
And that gentle, sleeping face was so adorable.
Almost as though they were already a couple.
Arte's face heated.
'Stop.'
She lightly patted her cheek.
'Arte!'
Icy stirred.
"Was there a mosquito?"
Arte froze.
"I can light some incense if you want."
"No..."
She lowered her hand.
"Maybe I imagined it."
"Oh?"
Arte's eyes widened.
'Wait.'
'Was she awake this whole time?!'
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那晚，艾兒做了一個讓她更加難以鎮定的夢。
她夢見自己已經對雪『告白了』。
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在最精彩的部分，她醒過來。
「...」沒聽到雪在夢中的答覆。
而雪依然輕輕靠在自己身邊。
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『那會不會是..預知夢。』艾兒回想起裡面的情節，臉上泛起紅暈。
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That night, Arte had a dream that made it even harder for her to keep her composure.
In it, she had confessed her feelings to Icy.
And just as the dream reached its most exciting part—
Arte woke up.
"......"
She hadn't heard Icy's answer.
Icy was still beside her, resting gently against her.
Arte lay perfectly still.
She stared at the ceiling.
Then her mind replayed the dream.
Her cheeks slowly turned pink.
'...Could that have been a prophetic dream?'
She glanced sideways at Icy.
The thought made her face burn even more.
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今天，巴士將移動落腳點。
艾兒第一次坐上副駕駛座，也是第一次看雪開車。
她瞬間又戀愛了（雖然本來就是）。
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雪戴上耳機，似乎在聽某種女主唱搖滾樂，一邊點頭隨音樂打節拍。
她戴著一頂白色鴨舌帽，以及墨鏡。
最令艾兒暈船的是雪駕駛這個龐然巨獸的技術，流暢得像是這只是一台輕型休旅車。
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The next morning, the bus moved on.
It was Arte's first time sitting in the passenger seat.
It was also her first time watching Icy drive.
She fell for her all over again.
Not that she had ever stopped.
Icy slipped on a pair of headphones, apparently settling in with some female-fronted rock music. Her head bobbed lightly to the beat, one hand occasionally tapping against the steering wheel.
She wore a white baseball cap and sunglasses.
Arte stared.
'Cool.'
Then Icy took the next turn.
Arte's admiration quickly escalated into something far more dangerous.
The bus was enormous.
A converted double-decker with the weight and bulk of a small building, and somehow Icy handled it as smoothly as if she were driving a compact SUV.
She took corners cleanly.
Adjusted her speed without hesitation.
Positioned the bus precisely in narrow lanes.
Even the tight turns that made Arte instinctively tense barely seemed to register as a challenge.
Icy simply drove.
Calmly.
Effortlessly.
Like this enormous machine had always been an extension of her body.
Arte slowly sank deeper into her seat.
'Oh no.'
She was falling again.
She glanced at Icy's profile behind the sunglasses.
'This is unfair.'
Icy tapped the steering wheel to the rhythm.
Arte quietly looked out the window, pretending she wasn't staring.
She was absolutely staring.
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「還習慣嗎？」雪突然問。
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「嗯！..很平穩。...」
「妳...開車技術很厲害。...」
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「妳還不知道我的厲害。」
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「什麼？」
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「沒什麼。開這台只是小事情。」
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「什麼？妳不會還開過更難駕馭的東西吧？」艾兒故意開玩笑轉換自己的注意力。
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「哦？」
剛好是紅燈，她打完檔，回頭看向艾兒。
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『為什麼那種眼神看我？..』
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「沒事。」
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「...？」
艾兒愣住了，雪沒有繼續說。
只是繼續輕輕點頭聽著音樂，開車。
『她..剛剛想說什麼？』艾兒的思緒飄遠。
！讓雪說話有省話、縮短句子的習慣。
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"Getting used to it?"
Icy's voice came suddenly from beside her.
"Yeah! ...It's really smooth."
Arte glanced at her.
"You're... really good at driving."
"You haven't seen what I can do."
"...What?"
"Nothing."
Icy tapped the steering wheel to the music.
"Driving this? Easy."
Arte laughed nervously, trying to redirect her own thoughts.
"What, have you driven something even harder to handle?"
"Oh?"
They had stopped at a red light.
Icy shifted into neutral, then turned her head toward Arte.
Arte froze.
'Why is she giving me that look...?'
Icy studied her for a second.
"Never mind."
"...?"
Arte stared at her.
Icy didn't explain.
She simply turned back, put the bus into gear when the light changed, and resumed lightly tapping her fingers to the music.
Arte sat there in stunned silence.
'What... was she about to say?'
Her thoughts began to wander.
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中午剛過，巴士已經駛到目的地，一處觀光廣場。
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「來吧。我們今天賣夜間時段。」
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雪簡單用先前揉剩的麵糰烤了麵包給二人當午餐，只灑上胡椒鹽，味道卻很不錯。
『好厲害..就連這樣隨手的作品，都比一般店家的風味更好...』
艾兒不禁再次讚嘆起來。
「今晚妳有什麼菜單？」
雪問。
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艾兒頓了頓，她看了看窗外。
「這裡的道地美食是鹹派，我想挑戰鹹派的口味，推出傳統版本和創新版本，為我們打下知名度和深刻印象。」
「有趣。」雪對地理沒什麼研究的興趣，她從來沒有為當地特別規劃菜單的作法，這是第一次。
「那麼妳來選食材，我配合妳做。」
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『雪..信任我，我要好好發揮才行！』艾兒振作起來。
ChatGPT
Just after noon, the bus rolled into its new destination: a busy tourist plaza.
Icy parked the bus, switched off the engine, and stretched.
"Come on. We sell tonight."
For lunch, she took the leftover dough from earlier and turned it into a few simple loaves for the two of them.
Nothing fancy.
Just bread with salt and pepper.
Arte took one bite.
Her eyes widened.
'She's incredible...'
Even something this casual tasted better than what she'd get at an ordinary bakery.
Arte couldn't help admiring her all over again.
Icy glanced at her.
"What're you making tonight?"
Arte paused.
She looked out the window at the plaza beyond.
"The local specialty here is savory pie. I want to try developing a version around it."
She thought for a moment.
"One traditional. One original. Something that gives us a name here—and makes people remember us."
"Interesting."
Icy didn't usually pay much attention to local food culture.
She had never planned a menu around a destination before.
This was the first time.
She leaned against the counter.
"You pick the ingredients. I'll work with you."
Arte blinked.
She had expected suggestions.
Maybe criticism.
Instead, Icy had simply handed her the decision.
'She trusts me.'
Arte clenched her fist lightly.
'I have to make this count.'
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艾兒的策略非常成功。
當晚排隊人潮驚人，除了本來就是粉絲追隨而來，當地民眾更是絡繹不絕的加入，都想來試試這個『外地女孩挑戰的當地美食』。
！安排顧客紛紛讚賞口味，傳統的好吃，創新款令人耳目一新。
！傳統款的餡料介紹，創新款則加入了酸甜口感，在這個夏日變得更加消暑。
！幾乎是馬上一掃而空。她們掛上『已售罄，提前打烊』的牌子。
「還早，我們乾脆去逛逛。」雪提議。
ChatGPT
Arte's strategy worked.
Far better than either of them had expected.
By evening, a line had formed in front of the bus.
Some customers were already familiar with Icy and had followed her here after hearing that the traveling patisserie had arrived.
But plenty of locals had joined the line too.
The idea of a visiting pastry chef challenging herself with one of their local specialties had caught people's attention.
"I'll try the traditional one!"
"Both."
"Definitely both."
The traditional savory pie had a rich filling of slow-cooked meat, onions, herbs, and vegetables, bound together with a creamy sauce before being baked inside a crisp, buttery crust.
It was hearty, familiar, and immediately recognizable.
"That's really good."
"The crust is amazing."
"It tastes exactly like home."
Then came Arte's original version.
The filling kept the comforting savory base, but she had added a bright sweet-and-sour element that cut through the richness.
It was lighter on the palate, refreshing in the summer heat, and completely different from what people had expected from a savory pie.
"Oh!"
"This is... really different."
"In a good way."
"I've never had it like this before."
"It almost tastes refreshing."
Arte stood behind the counter, watching every reaction with growing excitement.
People were smiling.
They were talking about the food with one another.
Some customers who had already finished one came back for another.
The trays emptied faster and faster.
Before they knew it, there was nothing left.
Not a single pie.
Icy looked at the empty display.
Then at Arte.
"Sold out."
Arte blinked.
"...Already?"
Icy nodded.
"Yep."
They hung a small sign on the front of the bus.
SOLD OUT — CLOSING EARLY
Arte leaned against the counter and let out a long breath.
Her first real menu.
Her first destination.
And she had sold out.
She looked at Icy.
"Did I do okay?"
Icy gave her a small nod.
"Good."
That one word made Arte smile.
They cleaned up quickly.
There was still plenty of evening left.
Icy glanced outside.
"Still early."
She picked up her jacket.
"Let's go walk around."
Arte looked at her.
"Just us?"
"Mm."
Icy opened the door.
"Come on."
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她們在這個觀光廣場散步。
雪的一隻手很自然的伸往艾兒，輕輕拉著她的手腕。
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艾兒的呼吸幾乎當下停下來。
臉瞬間泛紅，她偷偷看了雪一眼，雪一派輕鬆，目光正落在一旁的櫥窗，露出好奇地眼神。
那麼自然。
就像...跟女友逛街一樣自然...？
不對，她可能覺得自己只是一般女孩子間，很正常的牽起手吧？！
ChatGPT
They wandered through the tourist plaza together, taking in the evening crowds and the brightly lit storefronts.
Then Icy's hand drifted naturally toward Arte.
And gently took hold of her wrist.
Arte stopped breathing.
Her face went hot instantly.
She glanced sideways.
Icy looked completely relaxed, her attention caught by something in a shop window. There was even a faintly curious expression on her face, as though she had simply noticed something interesting.
No hesitation.
No awkwardness.
Nothing.
She was holding Arte's wrist as naturally as if she had done it a hundred times.
'...Like we're girlfriends.'
Arte swallowed.
'Wait, no.'
'Maybe she just thinks it's perfectly normal for girls to hold hands like this?!'
She looked at Icy again.
Icy was still calmly studying the window.
Completely unbothered.
As if there was nothing unusual about the two of them walking through the plaza together.
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「冰淇淋！」
雪突然說。
艾兒順著她發亮的視線看過去，那裡有一攤生意還不錯的冰淇淋攤販，上頭大大的霓虹招牌畫著一根可愛的冰淇淋甜筒。
雪拉著艾兒的手，匆匆就加快腳步移動到攤位上，眼睛發亮。
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這樣的雪，還是第一次看到。
艾兒忍不住偷笑。
原來在冰淇淋面前，她會從帥氣的大前輩，變成這樣的純真女孩子嗎？
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「巧克力、薄荷、草莓、藍莓。...」雪露出失望的表情。
「沒有喜歡的？」
「不是。都想吃。但是不能一次買這麼多。...」雪似乎認真覺得這是困擾。
「我們交換著吃吧？」艾兒看她那個樣子，實在不忍心，邊笑著說。
「哦？」雪的眼睛又亮了。
「那個，三球的。」她指著招牌。
「這樣我們就可以嚐到六種口味了對吧？」艾兒也看過去，雪連連點頭。
ChatGPT
"Ice cream!"
Icy suddenly spoke up.
Arte followed her brightened gaze.
A popular little ice cream stand stood ahead, its large neon sign depicting an adorable cone glowing above the counter.
Before Arte could say anything, Icy took her hand and hurried toward it.
She looked genuinely excited.
It was the first time Arte had ever seen this side of her.
Arte couldn't help smiling.
'So this is what happens when ice cream is involved.'
The cool, composed senior pastry chef she'd admired had somehow transformed into a completely innocent girl.
Icy stood in front of the display, studying the flavors with serious concentration.
"Chocolate. Mint. Strawberry. Blueberry..."
Her expression gradually fell.
Arte blinked.
"You don't like any of them?"
"No."
Icy looked genuinely troubled.
"I want all of them. But I can't buy that many at once..."
Arte nearly laughed.
She couldn't bear seeing that expression.
"We can share."
Icy looked at her.
"Hm?"
"We'll take turns tasting each other's flavors."
Icy's eyes immediately brightened again.
"That one."
She pointed at the sign advertising a three-scoop cone.
Arte followed her finger.
"A three-scoop one?"
Icy nodded.
"Then we can try six flavors between us, right?"
Icy nodded again.
Much more enthusiastically this time.
Arte smiled.
Somehow, she had just discovered a completely new weakness of the legendary Icy.
Ice cream.
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二人找了一個長椅坐下來分享。
交換吃著對方的口味。
『...這也太曖昧了。』艾兒的臉又隱隱泛紅。
雪則專注又帶雀躍的一口一口舔著。
「好棒。」
「好香。」
「每個口味都完美。」
「好店。」
艾兒嗤的笑出聲。
冰淇淋真的是她的罩門。
「這麼喜歡的話，妳怎麼不乾脆自己做呢？」艾兒問。
「不行。還沒開賣就會被我吃光。」她搖搖頭。
「冰淇淋是獎勵。」
ChatGPT
They found a bench nearby and sat down together, sharing the ice cream between them.
They took turns tasting each other's flavors.
'...This is way too intimate.'
Arte felt a faint blush rising to her cheeks.
Icy, meanwhile, was completely focused on the ice cream, taking one happy lick after another.
"So good."
Another bite.
"So fragrant."
Another.
"Every flavor is perfect."
"Good shop."
Arte let out a small snort of laughter.
So ice cream really was her weakness.
"If you love it that much, why don't you just make your own?" Arte asked.
Icy shook her head.
"Can't."
"If I make it, I'll eat it all before I can sell it."
She said it with complete seriousness.
"Ice cream is a reward."
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吃完後，雪甚至又跑回去買了幾球盒裝的款式，匆匆跑回來。
「快點，我們拿去巴士冰起來。」
二人小跑步回到巴士，竟然讓艾兒有種...很微妙的戀人感油然而生，好像她正在寵著、陪伴自己的女友追逐最愛的冰淇淋似的。
ChatGPT
After they finished, Icy promptly ran back to the stand and bought several more cups of ice cream to take with them.
She hurried back, carrying the cups carefully in both hands.
"Come on. We need to freeze these on the bus."
Arte laughed and followed.
The two of them ended up half-jogging back through the plaza, Icy looking almost absurdly pleased with her new treasure.
Arte watched her from behind.
Somehow, the whole scene felt strangely intimate.
Like she wasn't following her boss.
Or even her admired senior.
It felt like she was indulging her girlfriend's favorite treat, happily running alongside her while she chased after the thing she loved most.
The thought made Arte's cheeks warm.
'...Girlfriend.'
She quickly looked away.
'Why does this feel so natural?'
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然而，到了晚上，雪給艾兒的氣氛又完全不同了。一樣的靠過來，一樣輕輕地摟著自己。
艾兒確實已經比一開始更習慣了這樣的日子，而不像剛開始那麼慌亂。
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她回想起那句「如果喜歡上就...在一起。」
意思是不是，雪已經暗示了自己那不是不可能的發展？
她注視著雪輕閉的雙眼。
「...」
雪..沒有動靜，應該是好好的睡著了吧？
ChatGPT
That night, however, the atmosphere around Icy felt completely different again.
She came close in exactly the same way as before.
Gently wrapping an arm around Arte.
Arte had grown more accustomed to this life together, no longer panicking quite as much as she had in the beginning.
She remembered what Icy had said before.
If we fall for each other, then we'd try being together.
Didn't that mean Icy had already hinted that such a possibility wasn't out of the question?
Arte gazed at Icy's gently closed eyes.
"..."
Nothing.
Icy didn't move.
She was sound asleep.
...Right?
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翌日，二人決定的菜單會是幾款當地知名的麵包。
在艾兒揉麵團時，雪突然走過來。
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「力道的部分。這樣。」她站在身邊，一邊伸出一隻手搭在麵團上。
她的手幾乎碰到艾兒的手。
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『咦？！.......』艾兒整個人僵住。
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「不舒服嗎？」雪注意到。
「沒，沒有。這樣妳比較好捏。..」
艾兒稍稍微側開身子。
「哦。」
『雪......妳不知道這足以令我暈頭轉向嗎？！』
ChatGPT
The next day, they settled on a menu built around several famous local breads.
Arte was kneading the dough when Icy suddenly walked over.
"Pressure. Like this."
She stood beside Arte and reached out, placing one hand on the dough.
Her hand nearly touched Arte's.
'Huh—?!'
Arte froze completely.
Icy noticed.
"Uncomfortable?"
"N-No."
Arte's face was burning.
"This way... it's easier for you to knead."
She shifted slightly to the side, making a little more room for Icy.
"Oh."
Arte stared helplessly at the dough.
'ICY...'
'Do you have any idea how easily you can make my head spin?!'
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當天，依然很快就熱銷一空。
掛上提早打烊的招牌，二人回到廚房整理環境。
但艾兒持續一副出神的樣子。
「抹布。」
「..」
「抹布？艾兒。」
「...」
「啊！是！」
她才發現自己緊緊抓著抹布出神。
「給我，我洗過晾乾。就收工了。」
雪似乎微微察覺她的異樣。
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收工後，二人坐在小沙發上轉著電視看，一個烘焙實境節目。
雪依然非常自然的貼近艾兒坐著。
『..』
艾兒微微放大膽量。
她靠向雪。輕輕靠在她的肩上。
沒有被推開。
「那個溫度設定，認真的？」雪專注的看著節目。
而艾兒的心思早已不在那兒。
ChatGPT
Once again, everything sold out quickly.
They put up the CLOSED EARLY — SOLD OUT sign and returned to the kitchen to clean up.
Arte, however, remained strangely distracted.
"Cloth."
"..."
"Cloth, Arte."
"..."
"Ah! Right!"
She looked down.
She had been standing there, absentmindedly clutching the cleaning cloth.
Icy watched her for a moment.
"Give it to me. I'll wash it and hang it up."
She took the cloth from Arte's hand.
"Then we're done."
Icy seemed to have noticed that something was a little unusual about her.
Later, they settled onto the little sofa and turned on the television.
A baking reality show was playing.
Icy sat close beside Arte, as naturally as ever.
"..."
Arte gathered a little courage.
She leaned toward Icy, gently resting her head against her shoulder.
Icy didn't pull away.
On the television, one of the contestants adjusted an oven setting.
Icy frowned at the screen.
"That temperature?"
She watched intently.
"Seriously?"
Arte barely heard her.
Her mind was somewhere else entirely.
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艾兒似乎已經無法再壓抑自己的想法。
「雪前輩。..」
「妳又來了。」雪的視線依然在電視上。
「雪。不加『前輩』。」她糾正。
「雪...」艾兒微微停頓。
「.......我。...我可能喜歡上妳了。」
「艾兒。」
「嗯？？」
「我以為會應徵的都是喜歡我的人。」
「啊！..」
『她誤會了。...』
「我的意思是，不是那種喜歡。..」
「哦？還是喜歡我的專業？」
「？？？？」
「開車的技術？」
「雪？...」艾兒有點哭笑不得。
「....我想當妳的女朋友，可能嗎？」
雪頓了頓，沒有回話。
ChatGPT
Arte seemed to have finally run out of ways to suppress her feelings.
"Master Icy..."
"You're doing it again."
Icy's eyes remained on the television.
"Icy. No 'Master'," she corrected.
"...Icy."
Arte hesitated for a moment.
"......I... I think I might have fallen for you."
"Arte."
"Hm??"
"I thought everyone who applied would already like me."
Arte's face went blank.
"Ah—!"
'She misunderstood.'
"I mean... not that kind of liking."
"Oh? You mean you admire my expertise?"
"????"
"My driving skills?"
"Icy...?"
Arte didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
She gathered her courage and finally said it plainly.
"...I want to be your girlfriend. Would that be okay?"
Icy paused.
She didn't answer.
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「女朋友。...」雪一會後才緩緩開口。
「我知道有一款慕斯點心叫這個名字。我們明天來賣。」
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「哈？」
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「但是缺慕斯材料。」她看了看牆上的鐘。
「走吧，緊急採購。」
/
說完，她牽起艾兒的手，準備拿起外出包包就要出門。
「等、等一下，雪？」
/
目標，夜間超市。
ChatGPT
"Girlfriend..."
Icy finally spoke after a long pause.
"I know a mousse dessert called that."
Arte stared at her.
"We should sell it tomorrow."
"...What?"
"But we're missing the mousse ingredients."
Icy glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Let's go. Emergency shopping."
Before Arte could process what was happening, Icy took her hand and reached for the bag they used when going out.
"Wa-wait, Icy?"
Too late.
Icy was already heading for the door.
The destination:
The late-night supermarket.
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在超市裏面。
艾兒知道雪根本沒回答自己的問題，因此微微鬧著彆扭。
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「那麼，女朋友慕斯要什麼材料？」她輕輕哼了一聲。還嘟起嘴。
『不能接受，就直接拒絕啊...』
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「草莓、奶酪、甜奶酒。」雪專注的看著排架。
/
『為什麼要逃走啊..』艾兒的心思還在那上面。
/
「加點薰衣草瓣。不錯。」雪看到香料區，拿了一些。
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「薰衣草？」那正是有點類似艾兒的顏色。
『她這是暗示？』
艾兒突然有了計畫。
ChatGPT
Inside the supermarket, Arte knew perfectly well that Icy still hadn't answered her question.
So she walked beside her with a faint little pout.
"So, what do we need for the girlfriend mousse?"
She said it with a quiet huff, lips slightly pursed.
'If you can't accept it, you could just say no...'
"Strawberries. Cream cheese. Sweet liqueur."
Icy remained focused on the shelves.
Arte stared at her.
'Why are you running away from the question...?'
Icy stopped at the spice section.
"Some lavender petals."
She picked up a small packet.
"Nice."
"Lavender?"
Arte looked at the packet.
The pale purple color was strangely similar to her own hair.
'...Is she hinting at something?'
Arte's eyes narrowed slightly.
Then a thought occurred to her.
A plan.
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當晚，雪意外的不像先前那樣自然的靠著艾兒睡，明顯空出一點距離。
艾兒內心又好氣又好笑。
『所以她完全只是把我當作抱枕，一旦我告白了...就不敢靠過來了？』
她看了看雪，有點『落寞』般的黏在床的另一側。輕輕歎口氣。
『沒關係，明天的計劃...要成功。』
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翌日，二人聯手備料『女朋友慕斯』，今天的雪真的異常客氣，各種過去讓艾兒心慌意亂的小舉動全都收斂起來，像是兩人之間有一段絕對距離似的。
雪準備在成品上方灑上薰衣草瓣，艾兒卻阻止。
「等一下，我還有小配件。」
「小配件？」
艾兒從冷凍庫拿出一個包起來的小盒子，這是她今天特地起了大早先準備的。
打開一看，是一片片薄薄的糖霜牛奶巧克力磚，還做成水藍色雪花的造型。
「這個。」艾兒露出得意的神情。
雪愣住了，看著那盒糖霜巧克力磚許久才回神。
「好。」
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於是，女朋友慕斯完成。
！描述這款甜點的外觀，除了下方的圓杯慕斯，上方點綴著雪花巧克力磚，和薰衣草瓣。簡直就像是二人的象徵。
ChatGPT
That night, Icy was unexpectedly reserved.
She didn't settle against Arte like she usually did.
Instead, she left a noticeable gap between them.
Arte couldn't help feeling both annoyed and amused.
'So she really was just using me as a pillow.'
'And now that I've confessed my feelings... she doesn't dare come close anymore?'
Arte glanced at Icy.
She was curled up on the other side of the bed, looking almost...
Lonely.
Arte let out a quiet sigh.
'It's okay.'
'Tomorrow's plan has to work.'
The next morning, the two of them worked together to prepare the ingredients for their new Girlfriend Mousse.
And today, Icy was unusually polite.
All those little gestures that had once made Arte's heart flutter were noticeably restrained.
It was almost as though an absolute distance had appeared between them.
Icy prepared the finished mousse and reached for the lavender petals.
Arte stopped her.
"Wait. I have one more little addition."
"An addition?"
Arte opened the freezer and pulled out a small wrapped box.
She had gotten up early that morning specifically to prepare it.
She carefully opened the box.
Inside were thin pieces of frosted milk chocolate, each one shaped like a delicate, pale-blue snowflake.
"This."
Arte held them up with a quietly triumphant smile.
Icy stared.
For several seconds, she said nothing.
Her eyes remained fixed on the little snowflake chocolate pieces.
Then she finally came back to herself.
"Good."
So they finished the Girlfriend Mousse together.
Each dessert sat in a small round cup, filled with smooth, creamy mousse and topped with a scattering of delicate lavender petals.
And at the center rested a thin, pale-blue snowflake made of frosted milk chocolate.
The lavender gave the dessert a soft, warm elegance.
The snowflake added a cool, crystalline touch.
Purple and icy blue.
Warm and cool.
Flowers and snow.
The two decorations complemented each other beautifully, almost as though the little dessert had become a symbol of the two of them.
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雪看著那杯慕斯很久。
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「雪？」
「嗯？」
「妳在發呆嗎？還是慕斯有什麼問題？」
「沒有。慕斯很好。」雪又看向慕斯。
「艾。」
「啊？」
「我可能不是一個很好的女朋友。」
「.....」艾垂下眼。
「但可以努力看看。」
雪緩緩說出這句時，視線依然在慕斯上。
而艾。驚喜的抬頭。
『她..答應了？！』
ChatGPT
Icy stared at the little cup of mousse for a long time.
"Icy?"
"Hm?"
"Are you spacing out? Or is there something wrong with the mousse?"
"No."
Icy looked at the mousse again.
"It's good."
Then she said Arte's name.
"Arte."
"Huh?"
"I might not be a very good girlfriend."
Arte's eyes dropped.
"......"
"But..."
Icy spoke slowly, still looking at the mousse.
"I can try."
Arte's head snapped up.
Her eyes widened.
'She... said yes?!'
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艾兒難以置信的上前一步。
雪緩緩抬頭看向她，目光認真。
雪又低頭看向慕斯。
「我們該開店了。然後...」 雪緩緩說。
「嗯？」 艾兒。
「售完後的時間，一起去買冰淇淋吧？...」
艾兒頓了頓。
「好。」她笑了起來。
ChatGPT
Arte took a step closer, hardly able to believe what she had just heard.
Icy slowly raised her head to meet her gaze.
Her expression was serious.
Then Icy looked down at the mousse again.
"We should open the shop. And then..."
She spoke slowly.
"Hm?" Arte responded.
"After we sell out... how about we go get some ice cream together?"
Arte paused.
"Okay."
A smile spread across her face.
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