"Are you OK?"
"Eee..."
She gave out a little cry and inched herself a bit straighter. She seemed to be in shock, this girl.
She had a red ribbon pinned to her school uniform, which told me she was an upperclassman.
But she was so tiny.
She didn't look like a high school girl…though she didn't exactly look like she was in elementary school, either.
The girl had standoffish eyes half hidden behind her long, silky-smooth hair. They had a tinge of fright about them.
But more importantly, she had really tiny tits.
"Umm…" I stammered.
What should I do?
All I wanted to do was talk to her, but she was glaring at me like I was some kind of disgusting pervert.
I'd never been in this situation before.
As I was trying to come up with my next move, I noticed that there was a cat sitting beside her.
"You've got a cat there," I said.
The girl gave a slight nod and began to speak in a tiny voice.
"The cat…doesn't look well," she stammered.
"Really?" I asked. "Is she hurt or something?"
The cat was scruffy and looked a bit dirty, but she didn't seem to have any visible injuries.
Of course, I'm not a vet or anything. She could have some kind of hidden injury like a fracture or internal bleeding or something. And then, it came to me.
"Maybe she's hungry."
I had a packaged chiffon cake with me that I had bought at a convenience store. I opened it and broke off a small piece for the cat. After sniffing it for a second, she opened her mouth wide and devoured it whole.
"She ate it!" cried the girl. Her eyes started to twinkle.
It was such a pure, innocent reaction. Adorable.
Smiling, I handed a piece of the chiffon cake to her as well.
"Would you like some, too?" I asked.
She stared back at me with wide, disbelieving eyes, nodded meekly, and took the bite of cake.
"Mmm," she said, munching. "It's good."
As I drift back from that memory of our first meeting, I find myself again in front of my little Big, smiling as she drinks her coffee, tiny mouth stuffed full of sweet chiffon cake.