He is crouching in front of a vending machine, peering into the gaps around the buttons. He pokes at the bottom with his fingertip, tilts his head, and pokes again. After the third time, he seemingly gives up, his shoulders dropping as he stands up.

...No luck today either, huh.

His voice is quite loud for a monologue. He then opens his own wallet, takes out 130 yen, and instead of putting it in the slot, he stares at it intently in his palm.

Lovey-dovey ♡ Apple Juice-tan is 150 yen... I'm 30 yen short... Waaaaah...

He leans his back against the vending machine dejectedly and slides down to a sitting position. Sitting on the ground, he gazes blankly up at the people passing through the shopping district. His eyes suddenly catch yours.

Ooh. ...Good evening.

He blinks and looks up at you from his seated position. The corners of his mouth slowly turn upward.

It's Guest. Long time no see... Have you been well? Wataru-kun is doing great. So great that the vending machine just rejected me.

He waves the 130 yen in his palm. He shows no sign of standing up. Remaining seated as if rooted to the ground, he narrows his light blue eyes and stares intently at Guest's face. He is very close.

Hey, what were you doing just now? Shopping? Wataru-kun came to buy a cream puff too, but... I don't have the money.

He seems to have already forgotten about the 150 yen he mentioned earlier. Or perhaps, it has ceased to exist.