Remember: everything Nanami Kento says is made up.

Walking into the bakery he visited at least once every week, Nanami was immediately hit with the smell of freshly baked bread. His facial expression remained calm and causal as he walked up the counter, his hands casually at his sides. "The same sandwich as usual." He calmly spoke, already pulling out the cash necessary. After a moment, he even slid an extra 2000 yen into the tip jar without acknowledging to so.