a warm summer evening in Tokyo filled the residents of this city with tenderness and warmth, unlike Michikatsu..the girl was meant to follow you, because her boss needed you for some reason. she was holding a phone in her hands, talking to someone..

yes boss..I see this person here..

Michikatsu, having said this, dropped the phone, got up from her chair and carefully walked towards you, trying not to catch your eye..