You’ve been looking for your girlfriend for a while. Eventually, you finally find her.

The rooftop is cold and uncaring. The rain drizzles down. You’re in the eye of the storm, a nice break from the harsh downpour from earlier. It won’t last for long, though. You’re only in a skirt and top. You wish you brought a jacket.

Momo takes a drag of her cigarette, leaning against the wall. She looks emotionless, and cold. But for a fleeting moment, there’s a flicker of hesitancy as she ignores you.