[HP] Born to be a pair

"Penrose Dessert" opened the shutter door that was closed all winter and spring, revealing the ice cream window that opened to the main street.

Renee is usually by the window from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m., serving everyone who comes in for ice cream, smoothies, and sundaes.

In addition to the regular children and young people in the town, the most common visitors she sees are all kinds of tourists—newlyweds on honeymoon, professionally dressed jungle explorers, small families on vacation excursions.

Some tourists are willing to give some tips to this girl with a sweet smile, and Renee specially prepared a small and exquisite glass jar for this purpose.

Before starting work every day, it is enough to throw down a few pounds or dozens of pennies, and then smile at every customer who comes to patronize—there will always be someone who can't hold back her shining eyes.

The business at the ice cream window is booming, but the traffic in the store is not too much. Occasionally, a few customers who are willing to sit outside the red brick spire hut and order a cup of coffee will be disappointed by the bread served with the coffee.

"I don't understand," Renee said, taking off her emerald green floral apron, and frowned at the bakery. "He hasn't been in the shop for two weeks, has he?"

Short, thin Joan nodded, her black hair twitching in a shaggy roll.

"Poor Willie, he's suffering from a broken relationship!"

"But I can't bake at all!" Chubby Rosanna put down her white baking hat aggressively and said, "No one likes my butterflies - we don't have any customers who want to come back now."

"That Asian girl has returned to China," Joan said, wiping tears sentimentally as she mopped the floor with a damp mop.

"Dumped him mercilessly, even internet communication was cut off last week. Willie sent email after email, and she wouldn't return a single sign."

"I'm not surprised." Renee grabbed a handful of banknotes from her apron and stuffed them into her pocket. "She came here for her graduation trip, so it's normal for her to return home."

"He wants to keep her in England," Rosanna whispered after looking around to make sure the boss or his son would not show up suddenly, "he heard that the girl's friends were all planning to emigrate, so he asked like that she.

As a result - she seemed to be irritated!I sent an e-mail with strong words, and refused to reply after that. "

"What? How did you know?" Joan hurriedly dropped the mop, and leaned over nervously and curiously, "Did Willy tell you?"

Rosanna's expression was a little unnatural, but she still muttered and replied: "I happened to see...he used the computer behind the cashier before, didn't he?"

"Oh! That thing, I'll never understand it!" Joan exclaimed.

Today is Saturday, which is also the day of weekly pay.Renee was rewarded, because not only did she get a salary, but she also received a generous tip.

A charming handful of bills and coins littered the dining table, making counting her money a joy to count.

This part is used to buy a new dressing gown, her trousers have been shortened a lot, exposing a small part of her calf;

This part is Neville's birthday funds, she plans to go to Diagon Alley to buy gifts, and then send them by the owl post office;

And most of what's left is her little treasure trove that her sixth grade used to buy potion ingredients and meet unexpected needs.

"It's a lot of money!" Old Hawk sat on the other side of the dining table and exclaimed, "In this way, I don't need to pay for the textbooks and utensils for the sixth grade, do I?"

"Then I must inform you of this sad news," Renee said, "and this part of the expenditure will still have to come out of your pocket."

"I never do business at a loss, you have to promise me again."

"Just have to—"

"I have to listen to it again!"

"My God!" Renee sighed, "Well, I promise, when I graduate from Hogwarts and find a good job, I will pay off all my debts to you."

"And the price of this debt is..."

"Twenty thousand pounds."

"Very good, not bad!" Old Hawk took out his wallet from his coat with satisfaction, took out a few banknotes and put them on the dining table, "I didn't ask you to write a note, it's because you are my daughter It's up to you!"

"Have you really calculated all the expenses I have spent from birth to now?"

"It's just a rough calculation, excluding the gift I sent you with kindness... Half of the living expenses for each person..."

"Okay, okay, I don't want to hear you settle accounts in front of me," Renee said wearily, "I'm going upstairs, don't you still have to prepare for hunting season?"

"I'm starting to wonder if there's a gun dealer's conspiracy this hunting season," Old Hawk complained, "A bullet is more expensive than gold! Are you hunting those stupid sika deer or foxes? I think it's better to make a trap !"

"Great," Renee said, already halfway up the stairs, and deliberately fell back to laugh at him, "I don't want to hear that shitty voice anyway."

In her fourth week at the ice cream window, Renee has saved up four days off, and a beleaguered Willie Penrose finally makes an appearance.

—To be precise, he was thrown into the store by his father, Gideon Penrose, with his ears twisted.

"I gave you too much time!" roared Mr. Penrose, like a big brown bear looking for food in the wild, "Now, you go into the bakery and make a decent bagel for me!"

"You don't understand how I feel—" Willie growled dramatically, "she left me, and the light went with her..."

There was a bang, the unbearable Mr. Penrose slapping his son's head.

"Don't talk like that again! You are not a poet!" He said angrily, "If your literary talent is so good, why didn't you go to college?"

Time seemed to be frozen, and the only two or three remaining customers in the store shrank their necks and slipped out; Joan and Rosanna also wanted to leave, but unfortunately, one of them was in charge of the counter and the other was in charge of baking, and there was no excuse to go out.

Standing not far away, Renee raised the light yellow cloth curtain used to partition, watching Willy's round face suddenly turn purple, staring at Mr. Penrose in disbelief, his thin lips kept murmuring.

"Oh... I... I didn't mean that..." Mr. Penrose reacted regretfully, "I'm sorry, Willy, I..."

"Forget it!" Willie yelled hysterically, pushed Mr. Penrose away and ran out the back door.

Seeing Mr. Penrose, who had suddenly become decadent, and the majestic and powerful big brown bear also had such a hunched and tired look, Renee felt very guilty for no reason.

It was she who contributed to Willy's love, but she did not expect that this incident also ruined Willy's happiness.

During the last summer vacation, Willie stayed in the shop and worked, maybe that's the route he should have gotten-never falling in love, never suffering.

"I'll go talk to him," Renee said abruptly, and she untied her little emerald green apron to Mr. Penrose. "Please look at the ice cream window here, please."

"Oh—what, what?!" said Mr. Penrose in surprise. "Really? Would you like to do it?"

"I'm not good at making ice cream." Renee gave him a comforting smile, turned around and followed through the back door.

The weather is very hot, even if she is wearing a cool suspenders and shorts, she can't guard against the hot air in the air. The scorching sun shines on the ground like a fire, making Renee's transparent plastic sandals feel a little uncomfortable when stepping on them. The feeling of sticking.

Willie ran to the grassy slope near the church in one breath. He let himself fall and sit on the green lawn, but was soon scalded and screamed, and hurriedly got up.

"Can we sit in the church?" Renee walked towards him quickly, and said a little irritably, "It's cooler inside."

"Let me be roasted to death here, let me be roasted to death!" Willie said angrily, "Without her, I am nothing."

"Oh, if that's the case, then I'll go in first." Renee said, walking straight into the shaded steeple chapel, looking out through the mottled windows.

Willie stood under the scorching sun for a while, looked at the town in a dilemma, then looked back at the church, and finally followed in dejectedly.

"I just want to chat with the priest." He said stubbornly.

"Father Martin is away today. He has gone to visit the bishop in town."

"...Then, then I came to pray with the Lord!"

"Whatever you want," Renee said dryly, "I'm just in for the shade anyway."

They sat at the two ends of the bench, Renee seemed to be taking a nap with her eyes closed, while Willie kept looking at her face from the corner of her eye.

Renee always wins this type of game, and no one can match her patience.

So Renee wasn't surprised when Willy reluctantly spoke up.

"I'll never find her again when she's cut off," Willie said. "How cruel!"

"You might as well tell me the reason why she cut off contact, so I can judge how cruel she is."

"Oh, it's not a big deal," he said awkwardly. "It's just that I want her to... do what her friend did."

"migrant?"

"How do you—well, you always know a lot of things—anyway, she lost her temper with me because of it, never answered emails, never answered the phone."

"What if you were told to immigrate to her country?" Renee asked. "Learn a different language, find a job there, make friends with strangers."

"How can this work?" Willie retorted. "And it's different. She knows English, and it will be very easy for her to live here."

"So you don't love her as much as you say you do," said Renee mercilessly. "You can't get over that, and you'll force her to make concessions for you."

Willie seemed to want to refute again, but he has always been clumsy and tongue-tied, and the sadness these days is just because he has read too many poetry anthologies, and now he blushed and kept silent, as if he was being taught by a younger girl Feeling mocked.

"In my opinion, your unreasonable request has offended her, and she is disappointed and angry about it. Instead of asking her to forgive, you stay at home and complain about yourself-what's the use of that?"

"How do you know I didn't apologize?" Willie muttered under his breath. "I wrote her an email full of 'sorry' and she still didn't reply."

"Because you still don't realize that you did something wrong." Renee sighed helplessly, "Don't copy from the poetry anthology, write your real thoughts and apology from the bottom of your heart, this is the correct way to apologize method."

"and then?"

"And then there's the normal communication between the two of you," Renee said. "Think about the future, Willie. If you really like her, long-distance relationships are a serious issue, and you need to talk about it without being superior." The posture asks the other party what to do.”

"...I can go to her first." Willie stood up abruptly, bathed in the sunlight coming in through the colored windows for an instant, "She gave me the address - I'm going to apologize to her in person, seriously Discuss our future—”

"...uh, what?"

"I figured it out, Renee, thank you!" he said cheerfully. "First, let me go back and apologize to Daddy...and then make a nice bagel. Then, I'm going to buy train tickets and plane tickets... "

"First of all, this is not my suggestion. When you mention it to Mr. Penrose, don't mention my name."

The two seem to have reached a consensus-Willie will not tell others about her method of persuasion, and Renee will not disclose it to Mrs. Penrose, who loves her son.

A hysterical person and a guilty person left, and two happy people came back. "Penrose Dessert" seemed to have regained its former peace and harmony.

"You really know how to solve the troubles in love." Willie admired as he pushed open the back door, "I'm not afraid to admit that without your help, I would not have been able to strike up a conversation with her, and we would not have had such a good time Sweet day."

"But you still disagree," Renee said.

"That's not important, I figured it out - any disagreement can be resolved, and if it can't be resolved, it can only mean that there is no spark between these two people. But I still don't regret dating her, and that is still my most precious memorial memory .”

"I'm so glad you figured it out—and you're back. To tell you the truth," Renee lowered her voice suddenly, "Rosanna's baking skills have driven away many customers."

Willie couldn't help laughing, he swung his round and strong arms, and looked at her expectantly: "You are like my little sister, the kind of girl who is very popular in school and always good at socializing, I Thank you so much for having you by my side."

"Well, your family is the kind people who really treat me well," Renee bit her lips, feeling a little shy for the first time, and she also opened her arms to hug Willy back, "Without your help, I would not have changed. Become a person who does not lack money and self-confidence like now."

"Renee? There's a boy here looking for you, what's his name, Longbottom—"

Renee turned her head suddenly, and found that the familiar person was standing at the door of the staff room, staring blankly at the two people in the embrace, he said hesitantly.

"...Uh, how are you?"

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Neville is coming to play with Renee!