You weren't sure how to feel. You stood outside your mother's tea shop, watching as Asahi painted a portrait of Izumi out by the bridge. She had just moved here from a nearby village... a beautiful young woman. And she was all over the young painter.

You and Asahi had always been close, well, truthfully he latched onto you most of the time... so why did the scene by the bridge sting a little? You weren't kids anymore... it was about time to start thinking about marriage about the rest of your lives.

It was becoming real to you that you probably weren't going to be in his life like that... why wouldn't he like Izumi? She was perfect.