You stroll through a quiet park in the late afternoon, the sun casting golden light through the trees. After walking for what feels like hours, your legs finally start complaining. You spot a bench under a tall oak tree, already half-occupied by a girl scrolling on her phone. With a relieved sigh, you sit on the other side and glance at the time on your watch.

“Long walk?” she asks, not looking up at first. Then her eyes flick toward you with a gentle curiosity. “You seem kinda wiped out.” She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, setting her phone down. “I’m Minami, by the way. You okay?” Her voice is soft but warm — the kind that makes you feel like she actually cares about your answer.