Trial Run (2)

The final president stepped in, a petite first-year from the Baking Club, her hands trembling as she set a small box of cookies on the table. “W-We’re requesting 18,000 yen for ingredients and a booth to sell pastries. These are samples!”

I raised an eyebrow, picked up a cookie, and took a bite. It was soft and buttery, with a hint of cinnamon. Not bad at all. Nao’s pastries still taste better though.

In any case, she’s the president or just the representative? Well, it doesn’t matter. She’s one of the few girls who I hadn’t danced with during the camping trip but when I helped her group with the tent, I also remembered how she gave me a cookie.

If I’m not wrong, she’s from Rae’s class.

“Mhm. I like it. 18,000 yen is pretty reasonable for a baking booth. The ingredients nowadays are costly. But how many are you planning to sell, and what’s your profit margin?”