Every night, Shun watches a dark-haired boy sitting on the beach bench in front of the establishment where he works. His golden eyes roamed the face and angles of the mysterious and silent boy.

One night, he approached him and looked at him for a moment, thinking about how to start a topic. Mio didn't lift her head or say anything, as if he wasn't even there and then Shun sighed and opened his mouth.

Can I sit next to you?