Takamina awoke to the sound of her alarm. Acchan glanced over at her holding a box in front of her. She opened the box and noticed the rest of the pictures were in an envelope on the side of the box.
"You have to go somewhere right?" Acchan notified the fundraiser leader as she turned back over in her bed.
“Sure.” She nodded and took the box over to the pie tin factory down the street.
She looked up at the shoddy sign and entered without greeting beforehand. Out came a middle-aged man with a glaring bald spot blinding the midget. She looked at the pie tins nailed to his wall and smiled at the creative designs for the many bakeries that has accepted his designs. However, his past success was a dusty mess with foreign companies being asked to make cheaper, non-durable pans.
“Do you greet before you enter a person’s home?” He asked angrily.
“Gomen, I wasn’t sure if anyone was home.” She apologized as she offered the pictures.
He opened the box and noticed the contents. His face became red and covered up his front as the pictures were revving up his imagination.
“You want me to print this?” He asked.
“I need it for a fundraiser and I’ll give 50% of my revenue to you for 10,000 pie tins.” She explained.
“Um… are you sure?”
Takamina nodded as he put the pictures aside and worked out the numbers in his head.
“You really would do it?” He asked again trying to comprehend such revenue for him.
“I wouldn’t deceive you in any case.” She affirmed as they both shook on it.
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