Stalking around the park was not Takato's idea of 'fun' at the hour of night the clock around held on its face.
One am.
And Juri was late.
Just how much longer was he going to have to wait? He was getting irritated, shoving his foot in the ground, digging a small hole. Eyes shifting around, he didn't catch any movement.
When she finally came, she was in for it.
Another half an hour passed when Takato smelled the scent of something baked, coming into the park. Juri was running toward him, a small basket on her arm. Waving happily, she strung an arm around him when she stopped.
"Takato-kun, sorry about taking so long…" She pouted, and hoped she'd be forgiven.
Being slightly curious about what she had, his anger and annoyance at waiting so long faded to the back of his mind, they could talk about it later. "What's that?" Red eyes narrowed to focus on the covered wicker thing.
"Oh this? It's a treat!" She smiled, and presented the basket to him, which he took in one hand, pale fingers turning around the handle. "Go on and open it!"
His fingers slowly opened the cloth, covering whatever was inside. A scent trailed out and hit his face and Takato stopped moving, staring at the basket. Inside was something Juri had indeed made herself
— It was bread.
Tipping her head on his shoulder, Juri spoke softly. "I hope you like it…I made it for you and Guilmon…" She figured it wouldn't hurt to try her hand again. They had all made bread before, and she had love that time together.
A hand placed itself upon Juri's head, just sitting there. He didn't say thanks, just wrapping the bread back up, and then heading off, basket in tow. He didn't need to say thanks, Juri knew he liked the gift.
And it was worth waiting for.